Here recently I feel more and more like I am wondering the streets of Prague. Unfortunately the streets here do not have the old world charm and the sense of adventure and mystery of places I can go to get lost for hours.
A Phone call happened...a break in the lines of this blog occurred. I was happy for the distraction because it made me feel better about the people I am close to.
Walking down the streets of Prague is invigorating. It holds so much in a tiny space. The city is a mixture of languages. The tower of Babel. It is something you cannot see here in the United States very often. And to admit naivete it is probably more of the cities in Europe that have this. One feels completely isolated, yet surrounded.
A cafe is to the right, a bar to the left, a shop down the road...
There is a charm that goes into being there. A sense of old life mixed with newness. Like when meet a boy for the first time after having been through many heartbreaks. They are the same, but different.
Perhaps because the right kind of man does not come around often. Perhaps the men of everyones past hurt them too often, we as humans start to catagorize them into a bad category... We do tend to label things too much, humans in general I think.
Boys, wow so much ado...
I need to change landry over... a break in the writing again takes over...
this break will end the blog for now, maybe in the middle of the night I will wake up and write more...
Lestat
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