Hear this...
My road was never an open one.
Riding with aimless mobility. Eh. I guess I never really even rode.
My pathway was a much slower, circular walking pace.
David, I’m still thinking of you.
Hear this>>I had to get away. Couldn’t stay in that woman’s house any longer—even wound up next to you. Canned dinners and blankets. You wanted me for sex anyway. I guess now I know this. Doesn’t matter.. I knew I told you I was lonely. Disgusting how sex can keep feelings of solitude behind a back door or something like that.
Hear this>>I run for high moments both in and away from isolation.
I’m still running for and from it.
I camped out last night and could feel the frost building in thick of the fields. Winter’s coming and I don’t think walking will be much more of an issue for me.
You’re still an issue and I loathe it.
Briefly affixed I guess we were.
What is a difference of love and friendliness?
I think of you all the time.
There is you near me all the time.
And I just need to get gone.
Mona