Loving Analogies

Dear LD, I miss your way of seeing the day. Cool, crisp, and white is what I will say. Maybe I see that elevator trip with you and your number 2 differently now. You asked me to look in your eyes because we were falling at a G force rate. That was center of the earth quality, baby. I looked and our floor returned appropriately. Last night someone sang, "Love in an Elavator." I see as I need to see and then take the impossible pain and task in an everyday form. Smashing my head into the elevator door was me consciously. I remember screaming, "No one fucking cares (about what is happening to me)!" which was the reality. Your act seemed caring, but it was just analogy for me to see without telepathy. I just had to make it through the day. For about 2 years I have known that "caring" acts are either ritual, set up, or BOTH. Today is a new day. decide for yourself. I will be kind in telepathy, but stay away if you are negativity. It hurts too much every day. You must make your own peace with yesterday. You decide on your own pennance TODAY and get it done. The ring don't mean a thing without the man with a ticking heart. Enough said.