Holla

I know i still love you in these strange ways and it hurts that it is not the way that it used to hurt, but I realize now that it can be something else, that perhaps you have to crawl back into your own cocoon. I could not even find you in a lineup now as the crazy muses make the effort impossible. I can lay down no more, which may be a great effort to you. Happy new year. Happy life. You, and I, will be happy. How’s that, boo? I think I have felt some strange love lately, but it cannot be talked about, because of therapy and talk and gossip… I hope you find it. I think I have, or will, or can hope. I can always hope. Right?