You don’t have to say anything…
Transmission sent 8.6.7
I adore you.
2 days later-
I know that I messaged you. It wasn’t just the booze.
10 seconds later-
… and I just wanted you to know.
I probably… always.
Now go give them hell and heaven and all the pleasures in between.
And I mean that in a nonsexual yet I’d pillage the living begeezus out of you if only you’d let me kind of way…
Something happened today again. It really took a bit of the wind out of me, hense the old prose again. I was sidetracked by an article for another project that I’m also writing for. (Something creative, yet real narratives)
Don’t worry, I’ll be back to your regularly scheduled blogging soon.