Cancer astrology loves

Added: 12/01/2006

Sweat soaked clothing is now not part of my life, usually at least, but it was today. Sunny happy wake-ups are not the every day case either. I met a girl who seems to be an ideal soul mate for me. I may have blown it, though by all accounts, even down to our signs of the zodiac, we are ideal for each other. I am a Cancer, she is a Capricorn.

Going by typical Cancer astrology, Capricorns are my opposite. Cancer astrology is a water sign, while Capricorn's are fire signs. I've always been attracted to passionate people. Cancer astrology says an earth sign is better for me, but I always loved fire signs, I tend to make them mad, though, get under their skin. Typical Cancer astrological advice says to stay away from her. The way things have gone, perhaps I should, but Cancer astrology, horoscopes, and common sense aside, I have to go for it. Hot, dry weather's on my back as usual, as we sit in the mind numbing field, worried about cash. I don't understand a crucial point that is understood by the others. They tell me and I feel ashamed and keep counting the clouds, sweating and dry and dry mouthed. I can not seem to hear their voices, but it is clear I am being a fool. There is one that is not judging me, she is soft and sweet, and evokes wonder, excitement, and anticipation. She is my Capricorn.

I have my head in order, instantly, when I'm woken by the staff. I have everything I need in my pockets, which are mapped out in my head. Five more minutes will not be good, I think, but after a quick inventory it is back to the field, but only for a blip.

I eat a donut, have a coffee. My eye lids are heavy. My mind is on nothing but her. I get to work trying to remove gum from my shoes. I end up using my knife, and cutting a hole in them. I think that will look good as a fashion statement, and it is better than sticking to everything.

I am walking along the wide street thinking of her. In the down town with its tall buildings, rich men and women walk along with smug smiles and glares looking at our ragtag gang. She is ragtag, but beautiful to me. I am laughing to myself about what I must look like. A Halloween costume perhaps or a warning to small children: 'if my kid ever looks like that!'

We reach the beat up hotel room we sometimes call home when we sell enough magazines or collect enough cans. I hate living like this. The horoscope says I am coming into an enterprising period. I hope so. I want to make a better life for me and my Capricorn, but then, astrology says she is all wrong to me.

The sun is creeping in to the lobby, we are sickened by each other, all of us are on edge. Grumpy people staring at the perky information clerk It is too early to sleep but we are tired, I go for another smoke.

In our room she lays down and goes to sleep. I am on probation for a stupid drunken violation but I watch my Raven haired Capricorn beauty knowing she will keep me out of trouble just by being her. She is the real deal, and for her I intend to straighten up, to make things right. I walk into the sobering sun light, squinting, looking to the heavens, toward the sun and stars that control and guide us down here. I ask them for patience, and for the astrologers to be right about my turn in fate. I ask them for strength to help me to choose the right path instead of the wrong one. I know things will get better soon, they're already better than they were just by her presence. I put out my cigarette to head back inside and curl up next to the one thing that can guide me more than the Cancer astrology that tells me who I am.

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