Looking backwards

So I read back over my last two posts, and realized just how incoherant they are. Anyone who reads them would probably think I'm a raving mad man - and while I may be raving, or mad... I am not ever both at once, at least I attempt not to be. I have simply been going through some emotional garbage, filtering it out, and cleaning up after it.
So where does this leave me? Simple. Today, in 1997, I was in SC, where I met someone who changed my life. My beloved, six years you have waited for me - soon that wait will be over, and those things which have stood between us will fall like the walls of an abandoned city. I love you, and I am yours.

I wish I were close
To you as the wet skirt of
A salt girl to her body.
I think of you always.
-- Yamabe no Akahito (8th C)