I start shaking at the thought.”
Whe I was 19 to 24, I was pretty wild to say the least. And somewhere,in the MySpace vault of last decade, is a picture of me TinkerBell captioned with this.
Honestly, it’s a great picture of us both. And if I could gain access to it, I would print it out. She’s not in Tink custome ( that comes later) but were sitting on a mid level stair landing. With a homemade disco ball. The light caught us at just the right time. I am cracking up laughing, holding a bottle of Patron. And She’s telling me a story, with the back of her hand resting on my hand, so it doesn’t it hit the wall.
This girl was probably my soulmate, a soulsister. Someone I seen at parties and loved dearly. And it was was always us if we were both there. Standing on tables, clad In underwear tight shirts and short skirts, or sheets demanding everyone else to strip down or find a toga. Or holding up hair in the toliet. We often fells asleep in a rocker glider in the back yard where someone would deposit in a bed.
Then one day, I was with Jonathan Kent. And I couldn’t go to those parties anymore. Tinkerbell and I tried to continue our friend,but bars don’t like it when you take off your clothes and apparently neither do police.
We didn’t keep in touch after the last great charade, and I wonder what happened to her. She was a girl after my own 22 year old soul. Loving, wild, free. We didn’t discriminate. I miss you TinkerBell.
I pray there are like you. Who see souls and hearts. Who love without reason. Wherever you needed up, my dear girl, I am proud of you.
You start shaking at the thought”.