if i can't count on you to say what true, who can i count on?
i am thin. who cares. i just am always shocked to see any kind of emotion on your face. it always catches me off guard.
rare thing.
you know what i think?
i think if one was a bee or a bird in a past life that god would surely be gracious to not let that one remember her wings in this one.
you know?
like, maybe i was a nomad or a gypsy in another time and place, but damn. i just wanna stay still now. i really, really do. i just don't know how. i'm always wanting to run.
lol! sorry to let your goofball get so deep. :)
should post this as a blog instead of mail as a letter so as to diffuse its intensity among many instead of bombarding one with its somber weight.
i shall get rid of this immediately and get your goofball back.
p. l. a.
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"i think if one was a bee or a bird in a past life that god would surely be gracious to not let that one remember her wings in this one."
Thank you, love. :)
They say life is not a race just one lap.
So stop running and enjoy thev walk.
Ah, tis true, tis true ... was thinking of this one just now mydamnself: "You can't see the forest for the trees." I said to myself, "Self?" and self say, "Huh?" I say, "then show me a gat damn (love you king james) tree." Tu sabe? Show me a tree! Leave the forest for everyone else to chase. I'm already mentally building my treehouse, just give me a gat damn tree. I'm trying hard to teach myself to crave roots that hold and keep and feed me, and I dont' think I've accomplished that yet. But I am resourceful, love; all I need is to hang on to a tree. Slow myself down. Hmmmmmmmm... Nothing more lovely to me than a tree. So, if your suggestion feels comfortable in my head, it's because I wrapped myself around it. PS-Dear LaneChanger, just had a funny thought. Maybe I just defined my personal claustrophobia...but you must help me come up with a proper name...my own personal claustrophobia is the horrible panic I feel when I look up and see a herd of rats raceraceracerace racing right toward me. God, my chest feels tight. Gonna go get some air.
Okay! Found it! Think, Sex, Feel, Love - posted in September, I believe. This is my version, in my language of "enjoy[ing] the walk," Dear LaneChanger: http://appleishousness.blogspot.com/2007/09/think-sex-feel-love.html - "I've decided to enjoy the tunnel for the tunnel's sake." So, you said it again for me. Enjoy the walk. Enjoy the ride. Enjoy your flight. Just open your eyes and enjoy. Thank you, LC
To D? Right? You wrote this to him. He calls you a goofball - you said he was one of the only people who really let you be a goofball. Is that the only thing he lets you be?
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