Drawn away. Shall I be redrawn?
I am so done. I do not need anything new or more or different or hopeful.
It hits me like a stone.
I need my heart. I need my cat. I need priceless food that I prepare.
Same as always.
The essential elements of love.
I can disappear into this.
The illumination is remote and growing dearer. Dear-less.
It hits me like a stone.
I need my heart. I need my cat. I need priceless food that I prepare.
Same as always.
The essential elements of love.
I can disappear into this.
The illumination is remote and growing dearer. Dear-less.
I am drawn away, not towards, any longer.
Shall I be redrawn? Who does that work? Who is my pen-man? Where is this drafting table? Will I find what I need? Soon? Soonish?
It makes sense that I’m low. I drank half a bottle of wine two nights ago. Depression rules for 36 hours or more per glass. I should feel happier later today. I hope so! Now I’m alone again so no desire to drink. So that’s another bit of logic supporting isolation. I cook less and drink little when alone.
I needed drugs and alcohol to compensate for the weak attraction and love of my marriage. I needed sexual fantasy to escape the disregard I experienced every day.
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