Mr. Donne has taught me much of metaphysics. Science backs up and proves againe and againe the healing power of love. It made me sick, and sad. A 24 year old vortex of self-destruction. Not where I will stay or who I would like to be. Sorry and sick of being sorry. Bourne to sing the blues. I have turned back to the straight and narrow, where I have been successful before. I have surrendered to restoration and a paradigm shift in circumstances.
Never have I felt so uninspired, I am a frustrated mystic.
You can breathe right now; we are still here.
Satan is watching, though my sights set high.
In my dream last night a paratrooper fell from the sky and landed in front of me. This man from the Far East told me all about his charity. Then there was another man, a very attractive one, wearing a jetpack. He took me by the waist and we flew away. Visiting places all over the world. Perhaps subconciously this is the kind of love we, especially the women, are waiting on. What I have found instead is that, though it is indeed dramatic and poetic, it is a lot less appealing and even more gruesome.
If ever there were a time when I was tied up in the back of a bronco yelling for the honor of your name, I know you would have galloped through the darkest of times to reach, just for the splitting edges of the hairs on my head. Do not worry for time will abound and eternity will swallow the time you have spent away from the ones you have loved the most...
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