Such is my reality.
All these many months, strengthening my voice, to try and throw a rope between you and I.
To try and make you smile when I could, knowing your likeliest reality. There were never many options open to you at the time. I do hope things have improved.
I sought to remain that breath of fresh air, the moonbeam entering your window. I seek to sculpt bubbles into squirrels that play on any branch. Anything to try to make you smile.
How many men do you know who remember the colour of eyes of the woman they're with? Exactly.
How many men can recognize the woman from a partial photo? Exactly.
How many men do can guess when a woman has been displeased? Please do tell.
That is a fact that tells you how I feel. All my words flow from that fact.
What I uploaded this morning was nothing but a few inductive tools to keep my sanity, make sense of a senseless situation.
Those who peddle baseless beliefs do not like those who can poke holes into their phallacies. And, beyond this, I have no time for other people in this blog.
To you, I'd beg forgiveness. Possibly face to face. I am waiting for you. I got cut by that blade that entered through that full stop that should have been a comma.
And, despite all, you're here still. Is it not time for us to contact? To touch base with the most loyal ally you'll ever have?
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