Leo my sweets,
It's a cold, sad day here in the city of the rain. The lights are hiding, my mind is shaking. I'm sitting in the living room devoid of you in my mind. I cannot stop my self from going down memory's past. I wonder what you are up to now? What coolness is breathing down your neck? I miss the sun. I miss it's warmth, it's smile. I haven't heard any birds come out to play. Maybe that's because I'm never up at 3:00 or 4:00 AM like I used to. It seems as though my birds disappeared when you did.
I'm feeling too beat to sound proper right now. Proper is for silly fools anyway. I want to call you, but my fingers can't set into action what I'm feeling. I can never find you anyway. Always the busy body. Doing something, somewhere.
I miss you. I love you.
(The things I write in my journal sometimes.Emotionally amusing. How smitten.)
It's a cold, sad day here in the city of the rain. The lights are hiding, my mind is shaking. I'm sitting in the living room devoid of you in my mind. I cannot stop my self from going down memory's past. I wonder what you are up to now? What coolness is breathing down your neck? I miss the sun. I miss it's warmth, it's smile. I haven't heard any birds come out to play. Maybe that's because I'm never up at 3:00 or 4:00 AM like I used to. It seems as though my birds disappeared when you did.
I'm feeling too beat to sound proper right now. Proper is for silly fools anyway. I want to call you, but my fingers can't set into action what I'm feeling. I can never find you anyway. Always the busy body. Doing something, somewhere.
I miss you. I love you.
(The things I write in my journal sometimes.