“With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy.”
Monday, October 20, 2008
I’m over the top, impossible, unfocused and erratic I’m silly, childish, dirty-minded and overly dramatic
And I know you think I never listen to a goddamned thing you say But that’s not true. I really do. I just do not obey.
And I’ve got this knack for disappearing and going off somewhere inside my head while I’m still sitting right here in this chair.
Or sometimes I really leave and walk off in the woods for hours. And I wish you’d hush, for it does me worlds of good.
It helps me focus and reflect on what you hate in me when I’m off by myself like that, in my own company
And I have found when I’m alone that I like myself just fine so just because I don’t list your faults the way that you list mine does not mean they are absent because, lover, they are there. It’s just that petty criticisms aren’t what I care to share.
So back off, man, time is short. The years have no respect. We can fight if you want, but I’d just as soon have sex.