so let’s say the colors
i have been randomly drawing from this box
set of ‘paint chips’ – which i have been using as inspiration to spin a
yarn, so to speak. i mean, well, more of a truthy tale, a bit of
pithy bon mots about our nearly three and
half year adventure as a pair of star-crossed lovers – individuals who have a
universe of distance between each. And, well, let’s say that each card’s reveal
stupefies. rather than underscoring all of the joy we’ve so palpably experienced,
each card’s tinctured word or phrase poses, rather, a veritable paradox in this,
our unlikely yet overly-pleasant and often giddy, union, is a pair of twin boy
s’ box of conflict, of unmet needs or impossibilities, that when mouthed aloud
seem to accentuate and encompass a negativity, to put it mildly. do we just
blame the cards? do we simply poopoo the pretty box
of inspiration we so proudly picked up at blick’s just
under a month ago now, thinking what a
lucky find, what a brilliant
development in a quest to gleefully and publicly conjoin, so as to make of
blame the cards? do we simply poopoo the pretty box
of inspiration we so proudly picked up at blick’s just
under a month ago now, thinking what a
lucky find, what a brilliant
development in a quest to gleefully and publicly conjoin, so as to make of
our erstwhile mostly depressing tales this gorgeous and
endlessly defiant unity: a public force representing what has otherwise been
our seemingly meaningless lives. and which, now that we have taken such a
bold leap to better ourselves in front of god and community, show us
together, amongst our community, a heretofore unseen and unknown beauty,
bold leap to better ourselves in front of god and community, show us
together, amongst our community, a heretofore unseen and unknown beauty,
a bold new optimal pair,
represented upon this silver-ringed plinth that serves as a precipice of hope,
which is also a tasty and many-tiered cake of what can be. and so, upon
this tiny dais upon which we stand, represented so prettily, and in such
extreme counterpoint to most all of what we, individually, once were, we are
now memorialized here, no matter what we have thus far been revealed to
represented upon this silver-ringed plinth that serves as a precipice of hope,
which is also a tasty and many-tiered cake of what can be. and so, upon
this tiny dais upon which we stand, represented so prettily, and in such
extreme counterpoint to most all of what we, individually, once were, we are
now memorialized here, no matter what we have thus far been revealed to
be. we give you this new us: a miniature and idealized plastic pair
that is stuck atop the muck of the rest of our stories, the ones we
have sculpted so elegantly and so deceptively into what is, rest assured, a
scrumptious and complex tiered cake which symbolizes more than
just the twisting of ourselves into this unrecognizable and enchanting
knot, but one that magically ties all of the loose ends of our last few
years, of all that we were, of the blemished, death-defying, mostly
that is stuck atop the muck of the rest of our stories, the ones we
have sculpted so elegantly and so deceptively into what is, rest assured, a
scrumptious and complex tiered cake which symbolizes more than
just the twisting of ourselves into this unrecognizable and enchanting
knot, but one that magically ties all of the loose ends of our last few
years, of all that we were, of the blemished, death-defying, mostly
exhausted, and sometimes even mind-numbingly dull existence into this
perfection which today we so extravagantly celebrate.
