2001-07-15 | -WAITING GAME-

written on this date at approximately 8:15 pm.

"WAITING GAME"

I pick up my maroon pen. it feels like a hundred pounds. Open up my notebook....to the tune of imaginary sounds....like you screaming, telling everyone...there's a new boy in town, and he ain't goin' no where. So get used to him....and me.... together. The sound of you telling him, "I'm sorry, but I love someone...", "Yes, I'm IN LOVE with him...", "Doesn't matter how I found him...only that the looking is done." It's hard to close the book at the end of the night....when all of the feeling is pushing its' way out. It's hard to drop the pen, 'cos it's stuck to my brain. I want to keep writing forever, til' I feel no pain. Tell your parents that your life has changed....and the way that it happened might be strange...but it doesn't matter...because the heart of the matter has shredded any evidence that this meeting was strained. It was nothing less then meant to be... In somebodies cutting edge screenplay, that was years ahead of its' time. When you see them again...Tell them everything you're afraid to say... And tell them that you're tired of feeling that way. Tell them that I make you feel good.....and how much their support would. I'm coming to your town someday. I hope they're ready for me. I wish i had the courage to show up on your porch...or the money...but i want you to know that you have my support...

- premature ejaculation | tantra +