This prescription makes me angry. As does too much of a smile on someone's face. Socialist society told me that you owe me some good grace. Furthermore, guidance through your heart is lost, At least I have your embrace....oh wait! You loved me and left me vague. I dialed the same numbers that I had dialed hundreds of times. The most awkward my fingers have ever felt. Except for the times when they had touched someone who wasn't you. Smitten and smug what a wonderful sensation, your voice was so beautiful, I wanted to hear it again and again.

I lack the ability and blessing of your words. The literation that spoke of worlds and wonders, of dreams in slumber, and the possesion of enlightenment that left me elated. The gift of reality in its most pleasant form. In colors and magic with gypsies and salvation. Have you ever taken heed at my love without any scrapes or cuts from crawling to your eyes.