A soupcon of Bradbury (the "theater" of the early pages of Something Wicked This Way Comes), and the fullness of description that I've come to expect from you (and, if I may say, from Bradbury as well). One dare not follow a dragon's path -- even a literary path -- without casting aside all expectation and direction, desiring only to be led, and shown, and left to feel. I love these prose poems...

Your words humble me, wolf: to be mentioned in the same breath as Bradbury is an honour beyond description... thank you. Thank you.

*hugs*

I think certain dragons are very special....

*gives him a big hug...

enjoyed... but very saddened....

V.

*smiles and leans into the hug* Thank you, Miss Vixyy... for all your kind words, those and all the others.

Just how I feel, quite often. Oh well. I'm sure there's a corner, somewhere, and maybe someone who'd be able to love an old dragon... somewhere.

oh stop... I think you are very loveable... one day you will find the one...

V.

*smiles* It's funny. Only the other day a girl I really liked told me I was "amazing" and "I want you in my life", just after saying "let's be friends". If I had a nickel for every time I'd been told what a wonderful guy I am, how I'm "too good" for someone, how "lovable" I am (sorry, Vixyy, but it's true), I'd have a fair little nest-egg by now.

I just... Days like this, and like the day I wrote that story, I just wonder why I bloody bother going on. There's a kid I watch, he's 18 and wanted to propose to someone at his graduation. There are people my age who've been married for years. And yes, I know there are a lot of folks my age who aren't married, too, but... On days like these, I simply feel there's no point to anything any more. Right now I could sit and break my heart crying, but what's the point in that, either?

you simply must hang on... I don't know the words to tell you seht, I really don't; mostly in fear of sounding trite or lite. I do know you are a wonderful person and eventually there will be someone who will see this in you. Hang in there...

*hugs...

V.

Makes me think of some of the writings I read from 19th century writers as a kid.

Oh? In what way?

And thank you for reading. It's kind of you.

Well, closer to truth would be that I had an mental image of one Finnish writer specifically how I remember the words were put in use in a similar way.

I'm sorry if this doesn't make much sense as I'm writing at four in the morning and my writing is even more convoluted than usual.

It's all good. And I thank you for your kind comparison to a writer... it's always an honour.