10/23

Today was a fairly good day. I love myself. I love my life. Read this next time you're in anguish. I'm watching October slip by like fall leaves on a dead tree. I need to find something else to do besides watching the time pass. I have no energy. I want to live. I want everyone I love to live like earthworms on a tight rope with no end. I don't know what I'm saying. But I know I've found some semblance of happiness. Where did the time go. When does it end. I love Bob Dylan. I love 60's music. I love long black hair that reaches my toes. I love thick eyebrows, the type Dua Lipa has. I love freckles, the kind that sprinkle across your face like cinnamon dust. I love my life....I love..I love. But where does my love go. Does it come out of my heart and then end up like a call that is never received? Maybe it floats in the air waiting for somebody to click "accept," and nobody ever does, so it torpedoes into the ground with a bang! and then splits into pieces. I want the pieces to seep into the ground so that they can be watered, where they can then grow into an olive garden. I love olives. I love their sour, sickly taste. I love my feet. Like scarecrows. Except that's just my imagination. Everyone says I have pretty feet. I can go on and on, but I must stop. Don't let my love end.