10/08/2022
Today I had 3 scrambled eggs for breakfast with orange juice.
Hmmmm.. Yea, Mary, Sarah, Jessica, Ann, Niki, Amber, Morgan, Alanna.. I care 4 U. I’d do bigger things if it meant we’d wed.
I would greatly benefit from assurance and a guiding hand.
Actually “talking” would be the spark we need to burn all the barriers and obstacles..
“It’s just me against the world…”
“They’ll never take me alive..”
Mary,
I’m back on the saddle! Hide the cattle! I don’t wanna rattle ya, but I want to take a moment to breathe. If you’re anything like me, you still believe in the unseen. If I could nail down where to address these letters of devoted soul-work, I’d undoubtedly make your eyes water!
Forget regret. It’s a brand-new ice age. I hardly have enough control to stage my own dismissal. The rage in my heart starts feuding daily around 3 or 4a. The man inside stands up for God. The rest of me signals what would truly help me in the long run, weakly. Forge it!
Miss, I had and have recurring dreams of us meeting one on one and you acknowledging that you do miss me writing you sweet, flowery poetry and literature. MY body has been in the shop since day one. I’m feeling stronger and stronger, day in and day out. This morning, I communicated to my team and family that supporting expanding the tentacles of my heart ought not to be avoided. I’m ready to explode in a linear fashion and crash into all the ceilings capping my development AGAIN.
I hope you’re open to letting me bloom fully too!
“Mogli,” I hope your eyes are open. I’d be taking notes if I were you. Let’s kick off today’s chats with embracing how helpful an ounce of reassurance can be. A great teacher and friend of mine taught me a bit about positive reinforcement back in school. I crave just that. I’m not the best at reading nonverbal clues. I do not like assuming AT ALL.
Amber!!! “You turd!” 🙂 I love that you’re a world traveler! If I could jump on a plane and land on a couch next to you and snuggle under a warm blanket with you, I so would! I woke up today comparing you to Carmen Sandiego.
Dearest Horizon
Again, I thank you for greeting my mind’s eye every single morning before I am even ready to move a muscle. I feel good, and safe showing appreciation this morning. I know, it’s been awhile. If that’s the only thing I ever feel insufficient, or uneasy about, applauding my own half-baked fascinations of entertaining the idea that our eyes meet one day at ease, I think I’m doing pretty good.
Let’s try this again, why don’t we. Let’s grab a big handful of clay and throw it down on our globe-like spinning wheel of ancient technology. Let’s grip that mound of earthy compounds with both hands and apply ample pressure to form a cup today. A taller, chimney colored chalice, fit to endure resting fluids and contents. I want to endure baking times long enough to holster that chalice with both hands and feel calm inhaling its aroma into both nostrils. A gentle tide created by the moon’s pull should feel easy on my ears tiny hair. Us being so close should not leave my stomach searching for a way out. I am hesitant just looking at a roller coaster’s turns and loops. My back sweats more than I would like just anticipating the jolts. A hand to hold shouldn’t be too much to ask for.
I long for your eyes trying to read mine. You emit just enough light to warm my body at all times. Even in the coldest of winters, you’ll find me out there working to secure our intake. The nut-throwing squirrels climb up and down thunderstruck tree limbs and rocks. I can almost feel the moss growing in between my toes.
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