I’ve been rummaging through old stuff and aborted plans and discovering that most things find their way into the junk pile for a reason. I am headed there soon enough myself, of course, so I may as well get used to the decor.
Increasingly I find that, all too often, my thoughts get overtaken by nostalgic melancholy or unconvincing optimism.
This looks like some sort of love letter I might have written in my teens to somebody more beautiful than myself (so it could have been to just about anybody) trying to convey a feeling of symbiosis. back then I was willing to try almost anything.
But Im sure it doesn’t go back that far.
*
I am rough
She is my smooth
When I am flat
She is my groove
From the valley
She’s my hill
i am weak
She is my will
If I’m black
She is my white
She is my day
She is my night
I hold her hand
She holds my heart
God let us never
Be apart.
*
P.S. Always be suspicious when an atheist mentions God. There must be an ulterior motive.
Richmond Road 
That’s beautiful! And I love the triforce from The Legend of Zelda!! 😮
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The Legend of Zelda, eh? That really must add credibility to it…..
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It represents power, wisdom, and courage! It’s protected by the sages! Princess Zelda holds the triforce of wisdom!!
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Gee! That sounds like a handy skill set
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😀 It’s needed to defeat the dark forces of evil that have taken over Hyrule!
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Yeah. I thought it was something like that.
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haha! You must have been head over heels in love!
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Stranger things have happened.
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And how old were you when you wrote this? Kinda’ reminds me of teenage love. 💘
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Mushy and pathetic?
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Yes, rather. But quite good, nevertheless. 🙂
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