There's a version of me
Who's smart, pretty, and strong
But she only exists in my mind
In the midst of stories and songs

Happily he deals very gently and understandingly with me.  I love him.



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Not mists.  Thet ghostly whiteness as a veil
Down where the valley shivers in suspense,
Flirtatious winds' moist breath stale in the sense
Tis muggy ere dawn cast off Sunday's pale
Thought of more hallowed things, and in a frail
Excuse I button that blouse Mum gave thence
To me, to die as seeing her worn face hence,
Those precious eyes, and hate me in betrayl.
Oh Robert!  How I want to scream as twere
Until the universe is shattered to
Sheer nothingness.  But then as now in poor
'Scuse, no sound can come out. And I tell you
Cuz only you seem understand.  Mists tour
Forsooth, and I still breathe, pray, love you too.

24Jul16a

I'm terrified of traveling along any major body of water
I feel uncomfortable imagining how low a rock could sink

Yet I don't mind flying against the skies above the clouds
I'm curious as to how high birds could lift their wings

And yet I know that oceans and seas have a bottom floor
While the darker blue of the sky is too vast to have bounds

So maybe I just like places that don't act as cages
And I fear the things that I'll eventually come around

Some of your stories are daft
But some will give you a fright
Much like "the Russian Sleep Experiment"
Which I just read tonight

I attempt to pay attention to the events
But no mater how hard I try
I understand sports as well as
A penguin trying to fly

But I really do love this event
That comes once every four years
Because with all that goes on in the world
Global cooperation like this is music to my ears