Archive for September 28, 2008

real life conversation.

“I wish I was nearby so I could just come over and sit with you.”  C

I think that is what I need.  I just need someone to come sit with me for a while.  So I don’t have to cry alone anymore.  

Fuck drinking.  It’s a shitty substitute for a hug.

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love letters.

Dear Rum, 

How are you feeling?  Because I am feeling rather warm and comfortable wrapped in your arms.

Love,

Me

 

Dearest Rum,

You make my nostrils tingle, yet settle my soul.  

Love, 

Me

 

Dear Rum,

Here with me in the night.  Calming my fears.  I’m so very glad I picked you up.  Pour yourself out for me to drink up and feel safe.  I am safe with you.  You are my most comforting fiduciary caring for my life so that I don’t have to.  

I love you.

-Me

 

 

I hate drinking.  It hurts.

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