all the way

i am in love with someone called Bear. he tells me in the morning that i am beautiful and that everything will be fine with the broken car and the broken face. the money comes at the wrong times and the office has downloaded quicker than expected. everything is out and about and strutting the things unto itself and myself and you. do you know what its like to have eyes? or do you just think you do and take advantage of those things you see. you are stupid. worthless (they say to you). but who are "they"? no one. "they" can not touch you. whether you want them to OR not. intense senses temp you as you see the figure there in the dark with sheets on and clothes off. that is me you fool even of you wish it not to be. sorry to disappoint you. i guess everyone thinks that these days. goodbye my love. there is only one bear for me. golden nap sac tip of the hat.

i love you bear.

me