Gut Wrenching

Nothing is more horrendous than the fear one experiences for a loved one.

Nothing.

Love Letters

Today I told you I'd write you a love letter.
You asked why.

I didn't realize there had to be a reason.

I reminded you of all the letters you'd written me.
You said it was different then.
I'm right here now.

...I still want to write you a love letter...dork.

I am....a nutjob

What else would you call someone who gloms on to complete strangers, expecting to develop deep emotional bonds within seconds? Obviously I'm walking around with my heart on my sleeve again. The more time I spend without outside interaction, the wierder I get. The more time I spend in the presence of others...the more stressed out I get. For today, I'm giving up on ever being "normal". If M can accept me for all that I am, exactly as I am...it can't be all that bad. If E still adores me despite the fact that I'm half scared out of my wits by her...I can't be all that bad. Now if only I could stop saying innapropriate things. Ah well, I'll save that for another day.

intrigue

Subject:

Paper House


Yes, clean, a clean home is a happy home, a well organized home is even better. A mans home is his castle of course and a good man also has a good woman by his side as partners, lovers and friends. Tell me if Im wrong

curious

in response

Subject:

Re: Paper House
In this you are correct.
But I will also add this.
A good woman needs a good man to support, guide, cherish and enjoy her. Without these things there is no motivation to maintain the Castle and it becomes a house of cards.

the return

Subject:

Re: Paper House


And when it's a house of cards a man becomes the sum of what he has created before him; the cheating wife, the unkept home, the debt..and finally seperation, this is failure but not total failure. Please...


I aquesced to the request...I do so love a good game.

Light seeps through

Light seeps through
Originally uploaded by The Paper Doll.

I watch calmly
quietly
as you slip out of my life
like sand sifting through my fingers.

This is what has been waiting in the back of my heart all this time.

I will leave the porch light on, but I will not wait up.

Sleep

Last night I slept
The whole night through
With you beside me
for the first time
in a long time.

You brought your own blanket
I brought the sweat.