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It seems like everyone is turning a page. I think that my next page is a bright one. I have some things to say to people, and I like looking at their faces. Sometimes, I get sad, because my relationships do not go according to plan. I would like my relationships to grow everyday, and the people that I communicate to want to get to know me better, while I get to know them better. I like to receive hugs from people I haven't seen, and when I don't get the hugs I usually get sad. It seems to me that your songs have become much darker, and that your words have become much harsher, and I want to cup your skull, and stroke your hair when it's cold. I'm sorry you were treated in a way that would make you react like that. I know I act strangely towards you. That's just because I think you are special, and I want to get to be close, but I feel rebuked often. I want to think you like me, and when I am gone you sometimes mention me, but now I know that it is OK, because we are all the same. I'm trying to foster new seeds of love, because my soil has become barren. I'm trying to test my womb for embryos, and I want to know if they can grow, or if I'm old and just too cold, and if those small babies can grow. Ohhh....woah. |