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Dallas to JerusalemHomeCategoriesDallasGlimpsesJerusalemSomewhere in BetweenPagesSubscribeMay0Somewhere in BetweenBlinded by love, we love blindlyAs fully as one blind can sense the worldwith passion and the intensity of sensation,absorbed in the purity of it all.The ever-present darkness gives imagination colorwith different shades that only one blind can perceive.Textures, tastes and sounds are conceived in new ways.There is both fulfillment and emptiness in such awarenesswhich are only parts of a fuller TruthYet we love. Overwhelmed by it all, we still love.Blinded by love, we love blindly.May0hard.Glimpsesi sit here sipping my beer. i hestited, whether or not to drink, fighting the impulse to just feel some sense of relief. or maybe a deeper sense of being with my self, my inner self. my true self.sip. the gentle feeling of fuzz enters my brain. i grope the bottle rudely and take a deeper swig. from the eyes of a former alcoholic, the bottle looks too tender. too delicate. i am reminded of a woman who is too prudish to let herself be swept up by passion, and in the moment, misses her chance.———————————————————my eyes fall.in longing. perhaps?there is a dream that hesitates on the horizon of my consciousness. it skitters there, nervously, unsure of itself or of the long, narrow path it stands on.—————————————if i were never to bare my soul, then i would die.there is no use for living. trapped. canned. buried in a mock of a shell.—————————————–i’ve cleansed myself, but the dirt ever finds its way beneath my nails.they shimmered once, clean and clear.——————————————–bile gathers. there is no escape from myself.May0The ‘Maybe’ BoxDallasA trip to the dentist today, such fun!  What started as a routine  check-up ended in some serious pain, numbing mouthwash, needles, and  laughing gas.  While I lay in the tan, plastic-covered dentist chair  sucking in as much nitrous oxide as I could without passing out, my mind  began its usual wandering.  The hygienist was just over my right  shoulder, no doubt sharping the array of pointy, metal, slash-y so-called  “instruments” she planned on jamming into my mouth, while I thought  about my childhood and how dentist visits were never so scary or full  of Medieval torture devices.  I remembered the first time I ever had a serious visit to the dentist; 6th grade, after moving back to Texas from Germany.  And that’s  when it hit me–an idea I had in my head after a conversation with a  friend of mine suddenly started to make more sense, as I closed my eyes  and went deeper into the memory, drowning out the sound of