Bliss is kind of dusty Friday, February 09, 2007

Bliss is kind of dusty
Current mood: listless
Mark was at Fort Bliss in Texas for a while; even though I know what Texas was like I still pictured my paradise of what bliss was, and imagined Fort Bliss in that arena of my thoughts.

It was there he got phnemonia and had to stay and extra couple months because of it. It was there that photos revealed dry acrid desert and cactus. Tumble weed (it really does exist) and blue sky filled with nothing but hot sultry sun. Fort Bliss was a place that people really shouldn't want to go to. Don't be fooled by the name.

Not that I did either, but the more I thought about it the more I wonder if that is what bliss is... Dry, deserted, acrid desert.

I think I have had bliss once or twice, the oblivous kind that you can lose yourself in and you don't know you have it till it's gone. That is the kind of bliss I think in my head. I think sometimes I must thrive on the outer edge of it. Cuz there it is- bliss -so wonderful and peaceful and secure. I know I've grasped that once or twice recently.

I don't know how or why I let go of it. Maybe it's taken from me. It's my own insecurities that overwhelm any kind of bliss I may touch.