Operation get back to me is in full effect. I belong to no one but my own. I belong to me. Put no confidence in man—for they will disappoint you. They will mistake you, misappropriate you—if you allow. Come back to me—that is the imperative. Re-member with that self that became well.
There is too much of the same degenerative nothing consuming me for no worthy price. There was too much. I am human, I love, I hurt, I may even harm—not intentionally. But above all—I do know who I am and I will not allow another human to misnomer me or my character. It amazes me what people do to each other in the name of love in the act of love in the misinterpretation of love. It amazes me how much we expose ourselves to when love does not direct us to or desire for us. It amazes me how much we hurt for love. It amazes me that a human can be so close to you and still not meet you. Still not touch you, still not recognize you. It amazes me, how misinformed we can be in relationship, no relating, no elating, no shiping. It amazes me how much we can find to give again and again and again to no avail. It amazes me the strength we find to put into weakness. It amazes me that even when we know better, we try for worse. It amazes me…we never give up when it is so blaring, glaringly evident that we should throw up, wipe our face and keep it moving. But we try. We are so human, so soft. We don’t get it—until we do.