Truth is, no one plays mm e more than I do myself. I fell again. With the perfect friend . I let h I m in as he pleaded to be. I smiled I lived I loved I let go believing that for once it was my time. All mine from the trips to the late nights and early mornings it was great. But now it's but now back to reality it's me. Just.
Content I had become then out of the blue it hit me raw. Again I am back to a never ending brawl. I would be lying if I didn't tell you how tired of all this I am. Asking questions to get silent replies on inadequacy of the partners who seek me. No puzzle, no pieces, glass is crystal clear yet no one really can see.
Insanity to repeat and expect different. The fiddler has done it again.
We Can't Play Friends.
