If life is not a game, and death is just the same, then you will be sane, and in that you can be happy for all time. Waitign for someone to love you, first you must pick up the sax and makes sounds out of the blue in tune and blow them all evil out of the way. A good man is non existant, but if you find him never leave his side, for he will protrect you and you can erase the cross hairs on his back he does not see, for when he is with you, the men do not fear because he can no longer steal their women, and the women are happy you made that good man a god through your love and no harm will come to him you or the world. There will be so much love in your house that it will extend beyond your door, the garden over flows and the gifts of life are plenty.
The more you use your brain the better it gets, and the more you trust and get hurt the more you know who to trust, for you begin to see the types that shroud this earth as a hell, and the ones who walk in the light, you will plainly see as day.
You have no reason to give up, you have no reason to not to dream. Life is a rehearsal, the next day after loss, you can get back what ever it is you offed up on the poker table. You can get it all back. Just love yourself put your seat belt on and enjoy the roller coaster ride, death is thrilling, it makes you hug him harder, for when he is not there you are scared. You need him for his hole in his head, he needs you for yours, and being man and woman, together, with what is left in his, what is right in yours, you are whole and not 2 holes. You fill like jig saw, perfect puzzle, there is nothing to figure congure or figure out, in us all is a piece of the puzzle, and you make you perfect baby armed to the teeth in a fucked up world, buckle em in and let them enjoy the ride, but not without love, hope, truth and faith in self from qualities others have told you you possess.
