Temporary Bliss

"I call myself temporary bliss
because for a second I think I'm happy,
and the next I'm staring at a door.
I call myself temporary bliss
because for a moment I might smile,
but my lips are far too cracked
to stretch beyond my perpetual frown." - Author Unknown.

I apologize for my absence. I've been staying with my cousin. This poem made me remember the 8 (or 9) people that follow (or read) my blog still might actually care about me. Ah, what fun it's been. Summer is sizzling down to few (although troublesome) worries and sweet freedom.
This poem also made me remember Hermit. And I'd forgotten through my professional and rehearsed anger that he is still a human being, and he can screw up too (he just does more than most). And I do not know him. But I've never wanted to fix somebody more in my entire life. Gargantuan mistake, that is. Oh silly me. You can't change a man. Especially Hermit.
Ahh, but love is in the air. I can feel it. I can feel it in my bones, and for the first time in a long time, I can say something good is coming my way. I love you, you know that? I love you.