You know when someone knows... you know something they've said..and they know that you know...
I have realised I am working with a sad and twisted and negative and damaging female.
A female I would never consider to be so damaging: yet she is. She removes the trust and she removes the character and reputation of me.
And still...Dram...mentally stupid Dram believes her...always bloody weird..but her recent husband earns a fortune...fuck off and climb mountains is what I say.
The lovely soft toy she gave Sportacus at his Christening, six months old....it's away..hidden...she contaminates him; his bed with her ridiculous mediocrity ...her assent with the dissent: her narrow awfulness...her narrowness.
I need more.
I need to feel more.
To give.
To live.
To love.
To inspire.
To achieve.
To be beautiful for someone....
To cry in their arms.
To expolde and to melt and to yield knowing they hold me.
I have friends.
I have support.
I have...well ..I have shared much and probably so much more in the flickering candle light amidst the table-setting of breakfast and the shadows falling from Jack V... yet to presume and assume would leave me empty with fear. Therefore , I do not.
I do miss him. Yet...my passion simmers and I agonise for human touch...
Need it...
Insist on it...
Crave for it...
Know it...
Want you
Need you
Miss you.
The tour rambles on...and slows and stops...so far away.
This is more news...from nowhere in particular.
Until next time...
She turns...and falls into exhausting sleep...no rest. No peace.
Yet, really, she is not wicked.
