[Sabine,]
By St Alcohol
Sabine, We have returned to that myth-realm, where the lack of a physical anchor to the proof of our existance can drag us down. So, then, what does a sane man do? Does he push her out of his mind to get done all the things that need doing? Or does he enjoy her visitations into his thoughts every few minutes? Can she sense him there with her? Does she still turn to say something, or turn to take his hand, and find him missing? I caught myself talking to you this morning. You were probably already gone to class, and i was getting close to being late myself, but then i realized, your half of the bed cold for too long, you were back out in the wilds, and i still had plenty of time to waste before i could feel your warmth. Waiting for the rewards of patience is a discipline in itself. I miss you. I'm moving back in to the old house again, it's a mess at a period when i have little time for mess, less time for work and school, and even less time for love. And yet, it's funny how desire can turn around priorities. I hope this finds you well, all my love, and some more on credit Griffinoh just ignore this, unless you are Sabine Written January 16th, 2002 © on Jan 15 2002 04:58 PM PST 0 • 8
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