{seventeen}

[highcostofliving]

Resurrections and new starts are popular this week, goodbyes too. I thought that Sunday was a nice touch. A tease, for some cases. You just get it and its taken away--or, well, what you get wears out or wears off. Clothes, shoes, after they're gone you're still you, right? Somethings you have to settle on your own as far as death goes. I can only help so much. If you're still feeling down, stop by. I'm always around.

Spring is busting out all over! There's a whole mess of renewal outside your window in the earth. That green pops up like a jack-in-the-box, predictable but exciting to see. For me at least. Green's a great shade. That's why there's so much of it. I love the feel of grass between my toes. Don't you?

Comments

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

I'm surprised you don't see more of me, but perhaps I ought to count that as a mercy.

Perhaps a few things.

[highcost-living.livejournal.com]

Mercy isn't me. You can say that though. I won't stop you.

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

It's my inaccurate opinion, then.

[highcost-living.livejournal.com]

Would you call a footman, eternal or not, merciful for taking your hat and coat?

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

No. More like 'useful', or even simply 'suited' to the task.

I think I like that comparison far more than mine.

[highcost-living.livejournal.com]

That touches my standing. I also examine the coats, give little whispers to adjust hair. There I go on metaphors!

You have reason to feel otherwise. I hope that you don't take offense. The decisions aren't up to me alone.

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

I've taken no offense in the least. I only like your metaphors more than mine.

[highcost-living.livejournal.com]

I've had practice. It passes the time.

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

There's enough poetry about you. It's only fair that you'd come up with some poetic turns of phrase yourself.