Well, I am no longer tightly wound :)
I am, however, sitting here with the need to do more job-searching.
Fuck.
I keep hoping to hear back from Wheatfields. I should sometime this week.
In the meantime, I need to keep looking.
I walked around today.
I love the neighborhood in which I was.
I thought, "I wonder if I will ever have a job I like, with which I can make enough money to have a home and a dependable car." Odds are probably in favor, but we will see.
I will hope, if I dare.
I should look for jobs right now, but I would rather write.
Ah, if that were my job.......
I confess I don't feel as much of a need to write, since I am happy right now in my personal life.
If only the person with whom I am happy could support me financially while we are together and I could write and look for work and not worry.
I know he wants to, but right now, he cannot.
Maybe someday.
Of course, I want to support myself too, and have enough money so that we both can have nice things and enjoy each other.
If only I did not have to be sad to seem to want to write.
I will give it a try.
Emptiness.
I love it.
Something did fill me
Perfectly.
Beautifully
Wonderfully
I think of it
And I am full.
And yet I still want to be filled
Again
and Again
Always.
But yet not always
Just
Enough.
When something fills you perfectly
It is a sensation
That you do not
Forget.
It doesn't happen
That often
So
One
Remembers
and thinks of it
and treasures it
over
and
over.
If only
my mind
could be as filled
as my body is
sometimes.
Now
I am less restless
in my mind
than
I often
am.
And yet
it is still there
a vague
dissatisfaction.
I treasure it
even while
I hate it.
If I am ever completely
happy and content
I won't
know
how
to
behave
or feel
or think.
I hope I am never
fully
satisfied.
I want to remain
driven
to continue
to want.
However
it is nice
to be filled up
with
a big
perfect
cock
every now
and again.
I am looking
forward
to being like that
tonight.
It doesn't answer everything
But it does
take off
a bit of
.
With that
and something else
like
thought
and
action,
I think
I will
eventually
figure
something out.
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