Total erase. I wish to see my face. I try to write of a lavender flower with pink petal wings, and then a blue butterfly flits down onto it and he sings. I hurt not in the night, I feel my feelings tight and imagine a beauty worth creating and elating. I wish to not be or find anything irritating. Cool and calming gentle breeze and waters coincide and I wish to make them both yours and my bride. Please abide with me by the sea and be happy for that is all I wish you to be. I need the malady of reality to just find a perimeter and stay at bay. Find the war in your hearts and wish it away. It was so calm out there today and then a female sentinel appeared and stared and jeered and now I am in a spot that is hot. I am not. I just sat by a mailbox and put a letter in. It is for the monsters of Mercer Mayer and all of their twins. They will bring that letter to my rental company, and see to it that nothing bad does happen to me. Signed, Just Me
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