My Constant Bitching

The Pegasus

There was a horse in the stars that night. Have you ever realized how the stars are kind of like clouds in the sense that you can see pictures in them? You can imagine whatever you want. So many stars on the sky tonight. The city never showered me with so much light from above at night. But why a horse? For some strange reason I think of her now. She is so far away from me. I know that sometime she will look up and see the same stars that I am looking at, but will she see the horse? The horse with wings, Pegasus, it flies through the stars and gives her the message of love, from me, my eternal and unconditional love. Hahah. I am such a hopeless romantic and delusional thinker sometimes. What are the chances that she would know? One in a thousand, a billion, maybe one in seven billions? And the grass smells so good, so fresh. It's warm outside and it feels like magic. I wish she was here to share all of this with me. I wish I could send her the thoughts, feelings, smells, tactile sensations, sounds that I am feeling right now. But, most of all, I wish I could send her my love, so it could fill her life and she would not feel alone anymore. Maybe she could think of me as a guardian angel, always looking out for her, covering her beautiful body with my love. It's funny how beauty works. She is not perfect, she doesn't have the body of a model, but she is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. And each and every time I see her she glows. Sometimes I fear she is not real, that she is a ghost, an apparition and some day she will leave my mind never to return again. Is it possible that one person could bring so much happiness to another? Is it safe to take that leap of fate and jump off the tallest cliff hoping that maybe, just maybe, she will catch you? Of course not. Love is never safe. And then I look at my horse again. If only I could ride it to her rescue. Tonight I kiss a star and think of you, my love, be well.

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