Ghost be damned, I’m living.
I’m living and loving it, and every day it gets easier to push the ghost from my heart. Sadly, I’m not naïve enough to think this fight is over; I’ve merely won the battle.
I felt so much love this week. To each and every one of you reading this now, and to those thoughtful enough to take the time to stop in each day and comment on a poem, watch a film, or simply share/reblog/retweet some other small piece of my heart, thank you.
Those two words do not suffice in communicating how much it means every time I hear that beautiful sound from my pocket, the WordPress notification bell, and I have the joy of sharing an intimate moment with another beautiful soul.
THANK YOU. MERCI BEAUCOUP. Ευχαριστώ πολύ. VIELEN DANK! GRAZIE MILLE. 非常感谢. MUCHAS GRACIAS. どうもありがとうございました. Большое спасибо.
The fog is clearing. I’ve found the surface. I’m flying with the swarm, and it’s lovely.
Yesterday I stepped onto an alien planet. Imagine my surprise when I turned and saw a familiar face! My fall back to earth was so swift I thought I might not survive, might be crushed from the gravity, the pressure, but I wasn’t. I’m alive, and this morning I’m excited to be here and to be stealing this moment from you.
Because that’s what this is, this little exchange of energy we have going right now. You’re giving me precious seconds, minutes of your life, moments you will never get back, and I’m stealing every single one of them I can get my hands on.
I A M A T H I E F .
Faceless and graceful I move, swift and silent, snatching moments and memories to keep as my own. Collecting them, preserving them, cherishing them. This is my fuel, my food, the energy I need to survive. These moments keep me going, give me strength, reinvigorate and rejuvenate my spirit. This is my fountain of youth, my sorcerer’s stone. This moment will keep me young, immortal even, and worst of all no one can ever get them back.
You’ve fallen victim to my game, stumbled innocent into my trap.
But not to worry, with you. Be at peace. I’m not stealing for stealing’s sake. I have a purpose for each and every moment I steal. I have a plan. I’m pulling moments from all of you, all over the world, and I’m weaving them together. I’m creating a beautiful monster, a frightening mosaic of memories. Tonight I will wrap myself in a blanket woven of seconds and minutes, collective hours of beauty and love, of heartbreak and pain, of sadness and despair.
Tonight I will sleep on a bed of stolen memories, and tomorrow, I’ll steal some more. And when I have enough, when my work is complete, I’ll look out at the sea of moments I’ve collected, and laugh.
This is the purpose of life: to swim in a sea of stolen moments.
So thank you.
Thank you for coming here, and adding a drop in the bucket. Every drop contains a galaxy, swimming and teeming with life. These are beyond price, beyond value.
Thank you for your time. Every single second is precious to me.
You are precious to me.
Tomorrow, if I’m lucky, perhaps I’ll steal another.
Today and every day, I love you.
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