I thought of railing here upoon the “why is it I’m single?” I mean what did I really do in life to be forever so blessed. surely poorer folks have managed to obtain jailed togetherness. surely uglier folks have found the power of darkened rooms and flowing spirits. surely the pretty flock as if as moths to their own bright flames.
truth is I’ve seen how more successful folks than I have purchased the home. kept the interests alive and had more lonliness than I. so it would appear that this is an attraction thing…but such is only a beginning.
I know I can be read by those who know me in an instant. I have seen this in the silences that speak so loud. I see how one in the mists of my memory mentioned a situation every words as true as describing me but the few more years into this life. railing against how should they haven’t been hooked long ago they’d never suffer this hell and are about to stop. I have heard how I am every bit their husband yet I’m not there. I do. funny thing is that it seems i’m fine in theory but really doing so horrid in practice
oh the boo hoo boo hoo.
why I’m not thrill to play this game so much of how can I lie myself up a bit of lasting advantage is this.
it seems I get plenty of chances. every instant my mind looks about is proof I had another glimmer there and I’m just surrpounded with hoope should I open up my eyes to one minor thing.
I push away this advantage consciously seemingly almost by the choices I make. I have the bar happies yay. I even smile dreaming of one now.
I have the forever a good internet love affair going. I really like the one so far 😀
I have many deign to talk to me now and again despite how every action is to mean something else and we’ve all our repeutations.
I think so long as I don’t say this aloud that I get people make conscious moves as if signs to say I’m attractive.
am I smoking something? drinking up a pink panther? I don’t know but I seem to make a heavy handed array of moves so the light is scared away.
what is marriage but a lasting friendship? it can be the best kind of when friends behave more like enemies at constant war or the far more enjoyable bunny bop forever love. of course one would rather have more two and skip the one but.
who has foever seen the one? the interplay that hey whatever the searc is over you weere with me all he while… yes that’s a song lyric.
I can lament each scheme
with each torment judgement I’m less
she should only be-lieve!
but here’s a novelty, how about I win being me. how about I see as if instantly sighted to all that I have. I am some much more a catch when I am not desperately trying.
well you marriad batards. what sayeth you. is there some magic I lack like brains? or am I rather right that perhaps wat will happen will happen. there really isn’t much out there but to be out there fishing if one wishes to land something. not withstanding the single senatorial canidate knocking on my door, it’s not going to come knocking on your door.