Somehow I always manage to scare people away. I guess I feel too intently, I love too deeply, and I see too poorly.
I wish I had a measuring cup so that I could carefully mix myself with water and dilute myself to a concentration that the masses could handle. Alas, this is not the case.
I come on strong, like the odor of vinegar. It makes people turn away.
I know that it is said that you catch more flies with honey but unfortunately my honey is beneath the surface, still in the comb.
Nobody seems to have the time or the patience to seek it out.
Oh well, a life of loathsome and mirrored loneliness that only the movies can depict seem to be my calling.
I will wait like the whithered lover.
Its come to my attention over and over again that my blood tastes like metal. I know this sounds strange, but to lick my wound is like licking a penny. I dont know if this is caused by my low iron count (I have anemia) or if it is too much of something else in my bloodstream.
I shall have to have that checked out, although I am sure I will most likely get a very disturbed look from the military doctor when I come to him with this question. I can just imagine the look on his face when I ask him why my blood tastes like copper.
On second thought I might not. I dont want the slew of questions following my inquiry. Oh well, the Nikki may never know....
COMMENTS
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Pwyll
17:59 Jan 29 2008
=( hugs
xxxundeadxxx
18:50 Feb 10 2008
i love it
Sinora
19:39 Feb 11 2008
Now that's a good piece of descriptive writing. Trust me when I tell you.....no-one can love too deeply.