[&: somehow Found my self right where I started: Fits Me]
48 – Unsure of Words
The first time I’ve ever told The Truth N my whole Life. Never have a I felt. And though I’m popping my cherry tonight, it’s with another man’s words. Again, Again & Again. (And for the 2nd time). Some “Poet” I Am, but I guess that’s the what makes me just another man, who makes me human. And who just now -finally- leaned who I Am, because I realize what I wished for: not money or fame – no, you know me. That’s easy. Not intelligence nor power’s endurance, because I’m Dumb as a thumb now, and run out of breath by taking when walking – so now I do neither. So, obviously it’s me words I wished 4, my spirit. I’d thought so, but no. No matter the time I had N my mind, I’d never find the words to get you back. That’s not life. That’s just painting the blood on the door black. So after I don’t know how long, of searching the universe for the perfect words to give to who I still believe is worth the world, everything & more. Your worth this Brittany, my Sweetest dream. No matter Whö picks up this phone. No matter… no matter at all for that matter. Because it just doesn’t matter. Nothing real will ever bring you back to me, still I chose to believe in sweet dreams trading places when God’s not looking. Because your perfume haunting the room leave behind, in my heart, even if it’s all imaginary. No matter the amount I get to count. No matter how long a drought be my fate. No matter Whö you become, who you choose to be. Whoever really is Brittany – not coming from your lover now – coming from your best friend, no matter the circumstance. Whether the alone N a desert , experiencing France from your trance – I wouldn’t trade even the worst moment with you for.. for anything. Like I said, it just doesn’t matter.
If there’s 1 thing that I want you to take away from my words, from me, tonight be this:
You are, Truth 2 God – I Am my own Witness: You are worth it Brittany. You are enough. As is. That’s why you’re the my 1 Proof 4 Truth. Those words R true, no matter Whö choose to read. No matter Whö sends them 2Ü. No matter what happens N between.
You are enough.
You deserve love. And I die by my Word. You deserve love, my Sweet Brittany.
And so here’s where I tell Ü-Whö what I wished 4: not the best words nor Sweetest Disposition. I just wished 4 better timing. So never again, would I miss my chance with any Brittany I awaken 2.
[untitled letter] | 25 June 2021 | “I Love You, Brittany Sweet”
GO:OD PM | 9:35 PM 24 April 2023
Truant §oul Sister / Last Rain Home / Aurelia’s Ascension
10 – §ilence Is Key
11 – a truth
14 – Persephone’s Past
12 – Alien Flying Saucer
21 – note051116
6 – What Makes The Man?
5 – Playing With Toys
20 – The Pendulum’s Rhythm
24 – How Pretentious
22 – New Towers; Old Bridges
31 – Weird String
35 – My Favorite Weakness
Prophetic Placemats (§ΣΘting The Table) [Mac’s Vase Collection Edition]
[AT THE END öF THIS SONG & iaM MERELY MAKING AN OH∿SO öDDLY PROPHETIC PLACEMAT: 12:40AM]
6 – What Makes The Man?
50 – Sometimes “i am”
56 – Reawaken
40 – W
[W I HAD §üM∿MORE WORDS 4 Ü: 12:47AM]
42 – Ascension Writing Transcends
43 – Third Eye Closing|Process
44 – Legends Born As Immortals Die
45 – §erenity
46 – Disembarking Again
47 – His Word & Her Prayer
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Breaking The Curse (GO BEYOND!∿) [EARFQUAKE Edition]
♡Sugar☆World☮ 