And the words
Will never be mine to hold
Like your hand under moon lit skies
Yeah it comes after
Too much bourbon
Ah I seem to be a sucker for the moon these days.. As well as booze. Though I'm more of a vodka kinda girl. I also seem to be a sucker for the longing type of writes. I love how this starts. I love the middle. I love how it ends..
And the words
will never be mine to hold
like your hand under moon lit skies
Heartbreaking and breathtakingly beautiful!!! Life on the other side of sleep...the dreams I keep tucked tight between the sheets and my heart. Where tomorrow's are yesterday's wrapped in happily ever after rainbows that bind tightly together forever...till the alarms sound wakes me and reality comes into focus. Most of my writes have this tone and you know I'm a sucker for longing (tortured poet complex) I can't help it. The write is filled with emotion and the understanding of loving one from afar.
But this is all that and above...beyond even. I know little about the situation as a whole but enough to understand and sympathize with the jist of the piece
It is raw and real..thank you for sharing with us John.
I'm not sure what exactly your responding to. Though I'll comment on the piece at face value. I'd rather not delve into the back round. I like trying to take emotions from the work itself.
Feelings miles apart.. spread vast over signals and cable wires. Tragic really. Finding temporary peace in a bottle marked "X".
True.. a tale no one likes to hear, but the stories all too real. The emotion in this piece is strong and thick. Thanks for sharing.