16 Aug 2004 @ 19:49, by swanny
Monday night..... it hot ..... stuffy.......the radio plays its
classical motifs and serenades a weary......????
me...... a weary me......having realized I don't make sense
from time to time has disturbed me somewhat.....
No how would I know or sense I don't make sense....
what an odd thought......
but thats what you get for analysing the obvious....
The birds flitter in the back ground.....
*sighs as he remembers her*...... she came poking around in his
memory today..... messing up the whole place..... totalling it he thought...... *sighs again because hes never known such feelings before*..... no not missing..... no not needing...... no not wanting....
no not duty..... but what...... he racked his brain until sleep overcame him...... he took it then...... a break..... something he rarely does but has learned is somewhat essential...... rising still in a funk searching for new words to describe their love....... fun...... no ..... well yes ..... well no...... wierd fun....... that has got to be the wierdest fun hes ever
had he concludes..... strange how things unfold.... like flowers in the sunshine...... new sensations...... new feelings...... new concepts....
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