Fey Grim

regardless of Michael and Farrah's fates we tread on, boats against the current....

i continue to broaden the distance between me and things oh so complicated.
i still dance with the moon beams, and the sun beams. only now it's harder and with such violence.

so this little number walks into the bar tonight and i know her and she cocks her head to the side and gives me a curious look. and i know she recognizes me but she can't place it. but she wants to place it.. and for good reason.

See, one night i was more gentlemanly than one ought to be and i took care of her while she was going off the deep end on a weekend stupor. She could only make out offensive 5 word sentences before she had to bow her head to the pavement again.
As best as i could i kept her head afloat, she only said nice things to me. Every passerby got the lash of her inebriated tongue.
I finally carry her into the party that she insists we must go to and things are going well...
hmm, as well as they could given the circumstances.
we talk a bit, we dance, we bring our bodies closer. we hug more. we kiss some, we're heating things up. she's leveling out and recognizing me as an ally, as a friend.
i tell her i'll be back with some drinks,
head to the bar and buy her a gin and tonic and a rye and ginger for myself.
i walk back through the zoo and find her pressed up against someone else.
and in that moment i did what any sensible person would do.
i look at the guy and make notes in my head of all the amazing things he is. how he is the opposite of me, how he demolishes all my short comings. and in their corner of ravagement a tap the little number on her shoulder, she turns quick and i hand her the drink.
then i continue my night on the other side of the room. drinking off the coldness of the winter weather outside and to beige out the corner these two are occupying.

tonight, in much better weather, she sits across from me and is cocking her head to the side. and i grin back.
someone tries to introduce us but she stops him and says "no, i know you from somewhere"
and i say "you do, we've met before"
"really? where?"
i just smile and turn back to my conversation. Throughout the night i catch her giving me that same look. cocking to the side. she's trying to remember something, a recognition she had on some far gone colder night.

i'm too busy dancing the moon and the soon beams.
while the rest of the world lives in a state of caution, i push for a state of uncomplication.
while this is one boring place to push for, it gets me by. The car is moving too fast to jump into the road so i'll just turn up the radio and let the smooth sounds of MJ singing "rock wit you" take me away.