Sadderday
Dearest,
I’m such a nut, yes I know that you know. My last journal I didn’t even know what day it was. It’s bad enough that I don’t know who I am but, to not even know when I am? I continue on my voyage. I’m like freakin’ Columbus, sailing off to find a new world. Even more interesting though, I’m off to find a new me. Who will I be? Ah the possibilities! Oh, all the things I could be! I’d like to be a dreamer, and I’m not the only one, but more than that I’d like to do some things. I realize that time is short and I am getting going, to wherever the hell I’m going. I need a quest, I need to be off to see the wizard with a question, or a problem. I’m starting to get a little restless, you know me, I have issues with waiting. So, here I sit restless and questless.
I just cracked myself up! I get such a kick out of me.
I actually got quite a bit done today, no it’s still freezing, yes, it’s still snowing. I was organizing some of your papers and I came across your collection of cards. I was surprised at some of the ones you kept from me. I had forgotten some of them as well. So there I sat, surrounded by memories crying like a little girl. I should get some lessons from a little girl so I can do it correctly. Then I thought, “Self! (I always call myself Self) why are you doing this? No one is forcing you to do this. Stop it!” So I did. Then I just felt a sort of bittersweet sadness, and I was missing you something awful. Remembering those glorious times we had together. I think I’d like to do it again. Okay so maybe I am a masochist but, I’m a nice masochist. Sometimes a fun masochist. Isn’t that what life is all about? Life? Sitting here missing you isn’t living, it’s mourning and I think I’ve done that well enough and long enough. It’s been a respectful time, you’re probably surprised that it’s been so long. I think that I’m going to raise the sails and man the rudder and see where the winds blow me. (just cracked myself up again!)
Till the snow stops falling and the wind stops blowing, I’ll be, always
Your Ken
I’m such a nut, yes I know that you know. My last journal I didn’t even know what day it was. It’s bad enough that I don’t know who I am but, to not even know when I am? I continue on my voyage. I’m like freakin’ Columbus, sailing off to find a new world. Even more interesting though, I’m off to find a new me. Who will I be? Ah the possibilities! Oh, all the things I could be! I’d like to be a dreamer, and I’m not the only one, but more than that I’d like to do some things. I realize that time is short and I am getting going, to wherever the hell I’m going. I need a quest, I need to be off to see the wizard with a question, or a problem. I’m starting to get a little restless, you know me, I have issues with waiting. So, here I sit restless and questless.
I just cracked myself up! I get such a kick out of me.
I actually got quite a bit done today, no it’s still freezing, yes, it’s still snowing. I was organizing some of your papers and I came across your collection of cards. I was surprised at some of the ones you kept from me. I had forgotten some of them as well. So there I sat, surrounded by memories crying like a little girl. I should get some lessons from a little girl so I can do it correctly. Then I thought, “Self! (I always call myself Self) why are you doing this? No one is forcing you to do this. Stop it!” So I did. Then I just felt a sort of bittersweet sadness, and I was missing you something awful. Remembering those glorious times we had together. I think I’d like to do it again. Okay so maybe I am a masochist but, I’m a nice masochist. Sometimes a fun masochist. Isn’t that what life is all about? Life? Sitting here missing you isn’t living, it’s mourning and I think I’ve done that well enough and long enough. It’s been a respectful time, you’re probably surprised that it’s been so long. I think that I’m going to raise the sails and man the rudder and see where the winds blow me. (just cracked myself up again!)
Till the snow stops falling and the wind stops blowing, I’ll be, always
Your Ken
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