B. I am sitting here missing you desparately. I am listening to Miranda Lambert's "Tin Man," and it reminds me of you. I have been working so amazingly hard. There is a clock and hammer behind the scenes that no one sees that has to do with my abilities and my work with governmental authorities. I must be exact and perfect, even perfect in my imperfections caused by traumatic brain injury at birth and susceptability to spells. I think of what a man like you would be if you were in my vicinity. Love would not be possble. You would be more like a chicken with your head cut off if you could keep your sanity. I need you to have vanity. I do not think of you as arrogant. I see you as very grounded in reality. One day will be someday. I did my yoga and just have the night free to channel yee and create a dream that is beautiful and sexy. Besides that I just be. Your Vie.
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