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I've broken a boys heart, but I've found that its possible to feel absolutely amazing in the duration. The two have zero correlation, make no mistake. I feel terribly for what I've done, but that aside, all is more than well. I lost my job, lost what I considered 'life' (the Canadian), and barely see or speak to my family any longer.
All the while, a German has become my habitat. We wake walk and breath as one. I'm not using him as a filler, feel, or replacement for everything that isn't, and it could only appear so, hence my need to clarify. He just is. I just am. And with no titles in place, we just are. I'm finding myself befallen with some Bronchial issues, no doubt due to both an increase in smoke inhalation and a decrease in temperature. he makes me soup. I make him tea. And we take place on a mattress on the floor. Silly grins and high fives all around to show for it.
A few minor writing ideas in place and plans to travel about, I can't help but see beyond the gray sky man.
I feel silly writing about one boy, after I did the very with another. I guess it's just the documentation of what we are living, and this is what I am, who I am at this moment in time. And it's almost funny how close to death something like a cold makes us feel, I'm finding it hard to want to do things, a thing, any thing. Coughs come up and motivation goes out.
Keep on keepin on I guesss.
picture post to come?
All the while, a German has become my habitat. We wake walk and breath as one. I'm not using him as a filler, feel, or replacement for everything that isn't, and it could only appear so, hence my need to clarify. He just is. I just am. And with no titles in place, we just are. I'm finding myself befallen with some Bronchial issues, no doubt due to both an increase in smoke inhalation and a decrease in temperature. he makes me soup. I make him tea. And we take place on a mattress on the floor. Silly grins and high fives all around to show for it.
A few minor writing ideas in place and plans to travel about, I can't help but see beyond the gray sky man.
I feel silly writing about one boy, after I did the very with another. I guess it's just the documentation of what we are living, and this is what I am, who I am at this moment in time. And it's almost funny how close to death something like a cold makes us feel, I'm finding it hard to want to do things, a thing, any thing. Coughs come up and motivation goes out.
Keep on keepin on I guesss.
picture post to come?