So many times I have found that lately, or it feels like lately, I have been doing many blog posts to you that are highly musically oriented. I think it's because many times these songs have fond a way to touch my heart and soul. That's how I equate them to you; they touch me like you do. I have never had someone touch me in the personal and intimate way that music does. You are the music of my life.
I believe in the power of language. I believe that things as they are said have specific meanings and consequences. I also believe that I have been reckless with language and words in my life. I have expressed how my heart has fluttered for another. I have confessed how I needed another, how I wanted another, how I lusted after another, and how another has been so much to me. Never have I meant it, felt it, or known it before you. You inspire so much in me the it both amazes and scares me. I have never felt my heart so warm and strong; never has my heart been spoken to. You are more than my words can ever express, and yet I shall spend the breath of my soul wishing to find a way to tell you just how beautiful and wonderful you truly are.
You are my muse, my heart, my friend, my inspiration, my libido, my obsession, my drug, and my love. You are things I do not understand, things I cannot name, and things I did not know could actually exist. You are a clichee of love, a mystery, a passion. You are what I smile about.
So I don't really know what the woman is saying at the beginning of this video. And truthfully, it doesn't really matter to me one way or the other. The guitar and the way it pours on makes me feel the way you do. Just the thought of you makes my words, my soul feel as though they are soaring through the air. You are my hear, my inspiration, my adoration, and my soul. For with you I can fly.
When I arrived in Chicago I headed downtown to the Loop. I figured I should be as close to Union Station as I could be so that when you could come to meet me we would have as much time together as possible. I also figured that I could stop into Sears and say hello to a few old friends while I waited for you. Ms Betty and Marcus have always been the reasons for my return to 1200, and since Marcus was no longer there, it was Ms Betty that my visit was centered around.
We talked about this and that; her asking me how New York was; me asking her about Sears and her son Alex. Ms Betty then asked me what it was like to return to Chicago. I could only reply that it felt like it did when I returned to Michigan from Chicago; it felt like coming home.
I don't have much in Chicago. In fact, all I really have is you. And even that I struggle for. Yet my heart is in Chicago, because my heart is wherever you are. Bonita, you need to do what's best for yourself and your son. And only your heart can tell you what that is. I just want you to know wherever that is, whatever that is, I will be there for you. Chicago, Florida, even to the moon; I'll be there. I love you Bonita.
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