What’s love got to do with I
Nights, I look at my computer, the machine not quite so dead as I am. Am not even dead tired, it’s just lies- my eyes, my vision closed to writing one peep more.
When the morning comes I will try out a shastra, make my bedroom a better place to hibernate my sins in., so that i can right!
Write my biplane and how muscles have developed in my heart with over exertion, a frequent use of pumping feeling over gray matters. Not always write!
- An email can change the face of a loved one, he becomes a river of confusion, dark and steaming with hate. Not everybody likes to know one is loved ...eh!
- A grief card makes Sue laugh - she is not bereaving at all. So her lover died in her arms...so? That other woman is not going to have him now, not ever...I cannot even
ask her 'did you have a hand in this?' ...perchance?
- An always tugged in the corner of the bouquet means the world...
What is so right about write about emotions ...is it a rite about human rituals, the need to destroy EDEN, cause the kundalini rise writhes knowledge. A friend discovered passion,
it was not his wife anymore - he wanted his buddy, he has two - man and a woman . He now talks about 'urges', I cannot tell tell him what’s right? For what is right to him is my wrong
and the twain shall never meet. His right read was a book ' If life is a game, these are the rules" by Shelly Carter Scott...so, that the 'other' woman who he so adored would be inspired to ...To live and let go!!
Why does he talk about past lives, when the one which is now is also not in his control.
Am bleary eyed -
Am quite bare - NUDE!
I refuse clothing others will offer ... for it will always have some taint. And am Mary Magdalene
No comments:
Post a Comment