Saturday, July 16, 2005

7/16/05a

2:05 p.m. I am driving down to Blip today, the small town I wrote about in one of my first posts. I am sad to leave home. It was a great visit. As I drive over the St. Croix River I put in the new Coldplay CD. I am enjoying it until "Twisted Logic". I have to pull over somewhere near River Falls.

Damn. I always think I'm in control and then something scratches one of those old wounds. I sit on the side of the road and listen as tears prick my eyes.

Hold my hand, inside your hands. I need someone, who understands. I need someone, someone who heals. For you I've waited all these years.

In your tears, and in your blood. In your fire, and in your flood. I hear you laugh. I heard you sing. I wouldn't change a single thing.

The wheels just keep on turning. The drummers begin to drum. I don't know which way I'm going. I don't know what I've become.

For you I'd wait, till Kingdom come. Until my days, my days are done. Say you'll come, to set me free. Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me.


I lean my head back on the headrest and sigh. Okay. Time to get back on the road.

15 comments:

Marie said...

((((POLLY)))) What you need is chocolate ice cream and a horror movie to keep your mind off love. Always works for me.

More seriously, we're all here for you. :-) We'll cheer you up whenever you need it.

Austin said...

That's right, we're always here. And we're usually good for a laugh or two! :)

Anonymous said...

Well Polly - as long as you have this blog, i'm sure whomever this person is keeping track of your life and making sure you're ok. Kinda like the song "i'll be watching you." I bet it's hard for him too. Unless he's a total jackass.

Polly P.I. said...

Anonymous,

Thank you. I always wanted my very own stalker. :-)

kitty said...

Billy Joel's lyrics would do it to me. siiiiiigh

punky brewster said...

sweetie ... why are you so sad?

Last year, I went thru a really difficult period ... I would cry when I was getting a pedicure ... they'd think they were hurting me ... and I be like *embarassed* "no, no ... no pain ... at least not in my foot."
They would smile, nod, pretend to understand what I just said and continue exfoliating. Anyhoo ... I remember having to pull over to cry [read:sob]. When I was in a hurry and couldn't pull over, I'd just squint and try to avoid the blurry blobs in front of me.

I know it doesn't matter what WE say ... such much as how YOU feel ... but many peeple were kind enough to remind me when I needed it ... so I will remind you.

The universe is wiser than you and I ... and there is a reason for everything that is happening in your life. If you do not have what you want (or who you want) ... trust that there may be a reason that we can't know yet ... and that you are such a beautiful, funny, smart, loveable and loving woman ... it is only a matter of time before the great things waiting for you out there find you.

Now if you are just sad because you had a bad hair day or because they ran out of Beef Jerky at the local gas station ... well then, here is a margarita to make it all better. Though come to think of it ... a margarita will help the first problem as well.

xoxoxox

Punky

Polly P.I. said...

Punky, will you marry me?

Anonymous said...

Can you be considered a stalker from 716 miles away? It is much less than the 2000 miles we originally thought. ;)

Anonymous said...

There's so much more to Polly than meets the blog.

Polly P.I. said...

There are WAY too many anonymouses out there....

Polly P.I. said...

Anonymous One... \

716 miles? EXACTLY 716 miles?? That is SUCH a stalker thing to say...

Anonymous said...

according to mapquest... :)
I think they look at airpoirt to airport.
Anonymous1.

Polly P.I. said...

How embarrassing. I got my stalkers mixed up.

Austin said...

There are a lot of people who like to be anonymous on your blog. I can see how you mix them all up.... Of course you could just not allow anonymous comments.

Anonymous (no, really Higgy) said...

Hear Hear - I say Down with Anonymous comments.

You read this blog - you appreciate Polly for who she is and what she shows us of her soul on these pages - the least you could do is put your name on the comment!

Get a backbone, people!