look at me, am i this pathetic or loserish? no! no! i declare, why do i get so suddenly. so easily, fixed upon this person, why is their noncalling so consequential. am i made up of them? no not at all. do they get to me deeply yet? no, so why do i pretend? its like i make the deep for them. i'm pathetic. the disconcerning thing to me is how easily someone (here somebody I hardly know) can wreck such havoc upon me--can leave me feeling so incapable)
i'm worse than a charles schulz comic. see how this seizes me, these feelings of possible love and all that.
i'm done now.
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God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You sent out beyond your recall, go the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like flame and make big shadows I can move in. Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror, Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand. Rilke
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what i wrote at times seems so trite on too simplistic, but if it helps at all check out my entry under "sex II" on my blog. Hang in there sis - your day will come: whether with this guy or another.
in Him,
mike
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