Do you hear me now?

Camphone shot of Palma Pavement

I have only two speeds
– With you, with him, with everyone. It’s resting or full speed ahead. No half way house, no reason. It’s just ‘stop’ or ‘go’

I have only two speeds
– My default emotion is love. The other’s unthinkable

I have only two speeds
– You react to my love as if stung, act as if I’ve singled you out. The truth’s the reverse. You came here for me

I have only two speeds
– You are not my lover, never have been. Understand this; whether in true love or friendship; slowly is not, can not, will never be my way

I have only two speeds
– Honesty. Consideration. I have no choice. I can only hurt those I love if I must do so to survive

I have only two speeds
– Friend or foe, I love you. I strive to understand. I honour or ignore you. I act one way or another, assume empathy or indifference. That’s camouflage. Self protection. Not me.

I have only two speeds
– And when he comes, my Lover, when he arrives from the random noise, from the music, from the daubs of colour on the sand,when he comes from the soil, from the Earth itself, maybe then you’ll understand

I have only two speeds
– Love freely given can’t be undone. It’s never lost. It can grow, stay the same or be killed. When he arrives and the pitch and volume of the voices start to swell, when the oohs, and aahs start to rise from the pavement, when the sounds sing from the paper, the colours from the numbers, when the letters shout and speech shines bright on the sidewalk, maybe then you’ll understand. For us, for sure, they’ll no longer be unintelligible. They’ll be a symphony to life, to our senses, to synaesthesia and to love

I have only two speeds
– Don’t cross my wires. I know I’m not normal. Spending time at a friend’s house makes the fact no clearer than when I spend time alone

I have only two speeds
– Don’t tell them I told you. My love means the scream of your scratch on my psychie will scar me forever. The fall-out could scar you as well

I have only two speeds
– You came for me. Now help me. Do what you came for and paint me my future. Make the sounds good. Make the lines deep. Make them clean and – if we were ever friends – make them true

I have only two speeds
– But only ever one direction. It appears that I’m facing away from you

Now go

Camphone shot of Palma pavement

I wrote this several years ago, you can find the original post on microhappy on moblog. It was in response to this post by my friend Xalieri.

I’ve posted it here to mark the decision I made last week to write more stuff for fun. I’ve already started on a piece called Changing the Sun. I can’t guarantee that you’ll see it, but I’m sure I’ll post something similar eventually.