Dear you
On the off chance that you read this little "journal" of mine you should know that I meant for you to figure it out. It is not a plot, despite my sex and projections false thereof. Stay in your holy place and gaze out the window at me for as much as I long to come in, it is under the foolish assumption that somehow I would find answers there when we both know that information only leads me to more questions.
A Taoist day here and there is all I really need. To love like I do betrayed by the unshakable perception that I am somehow fated to disappointment is no place to lay out a picnic. I led you here to help you help me find the answer. Chicken or egg baby... or is it all just a Chegg?
A Taoist day here and there is all I really need. To love like I do betrayed by the unshakable perception that I am somehow fated to disappointment is no place to lay out a picnic. I led you here to help you help me find the answer. Chicken or egg baby... or is it all just a Chegg?