Lately I feel like I am an observer in my life - disconnected and not participating. I'm not sure where everyone went, but no one is out because all others are staying deeply hidden.
It makes me realize that me - the host of all this - isn't really anyone. No personality at all. I am the empty shell and all the others give me life. Damn, I need them.
I miss feeling connected to people and things.
Story Time – Part Two
7 years ago
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I myself am totally
disconnected from the world;
I believe thats exactly
the consequence of my faith:
1-outta-1 bites-the-dust anyway,
dear, so thats prooo'bly the
symptom of our 'illness' which
really aint an illness at all.
It's 'living-beyond-the-grave'...
if more finite existencers felt
like we do, puh-ray-zuh Gawwd!!
What a wonderFULL world we'd be
a part of!!! If they'd put our
God first N foremost, we'd live
like there aint no tmrw, toots!!!
I'll definitely pray for U.S.
God bless your indelible soul.
Meet me Upstairs someday, girl.
Let's gitta BIG-OL-BEER and
snaxx N ride-the-roller-coaster
(the last story of our novel).
I. Love. You.
Cya...
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