“I reached for my scrinchy-waisted shorts, having just found them again from underneath the pile of clothing just in time for immediate donning.
As I drew them up over my legs, the thought preempted, “Maybe they won’t fit, anymore?”
But then – ta-da! – they still did!
And then – ta-da! – their button flew off!
Luckily, I could still temporarily use the tie strings to keep them on for the needed moments.”
My Darling.
“Because I am in a lot of pain right now.
Lifting dogs will do that to injuries.”
“To my dissolving past living situation…”
“I spoke too soon…
Lol.
Maybe it’s that I’m also building some next stage tolerance endurance.
The damage has been so extensive on micro levels that reconnection has taken awhile!”
“2 1/2 years later, it isn’t hurting as badly immediately when I sit in a chair.”
(Title script command from old video game)
“I kept laughing and laughing and laughing…”
“But there’s tomorrow…”
You’ve got the music in you.
—
(Song reference)
Please help me bridge to you.
I am so sorry that I have been having such difficulty.
Closing my eyes and sinking into sleep, the brightest flare-flash to my right – near-blinding in its golden-white of dawn – rising early morning from a person’s form, interupting with a shadow briefly passing and then retracting in front of it.
Turning away from the first randomly chosen house’s pathway leading from sidewalk to door to my left that I was about to knock upon, I look right and see you walking toward me, your hands deep into pockets with eyes to ground.
As awareness expands, you look up, and then our eyes meet.
The dancer becomes the dance…”
—
(Movie “Legend” reference)
“My scsla g<g…
” My scalp.is healing”
—
(Dozing while writing)
It has been raining more differently today and this evening than usual.
It makes me think of you, and how much I love you.
“Isn’t really silent…”
“I do not always fill the silence now with music.
Sometimes, I just let the silence…”
Either I was “too much”
Or they weren’t enough
“A message asked about preferences in how I like to express and share love.
I think of Charlotte’s Web and sing in reply, ‘Smorgous-board, orgous-board…'”
“When the ache hurts too much, I need to disconnect because I have learned that by then, I do not really matter.”
When I have loved before
It has all been in my mind
The guy(s) didn’t show up
Even when in same rooms
So I have an aversion to
Only having love in mind
Because it’s too close to
Only talking with my self
And too much reinforces
Feelings of staying lonely
—
(Title of multiple meanings)
There’s a kind of meat that is most sweet, without which one does not feel replete.
I’m wishing you were here.
Sleep well.
“You just do it.”
—
(Moving stuff out)
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