i give up, i am having a good case of the blues. good. this is a time when i tend to go out of communication, retreat to my solitude, and write ferociously. i hold business meetings like a preprogrammed fully adaptive complex automaton and basically do not give a damn about anything other that what is on my radar. i program the radar.
the blues and i, we are the best of friends, inseparable.
do not ever ask if i love you. it is the most senseless of all questions that you can ever ask me. i love the whole world, it is just that sometimes i need to refuel, when i need to refuel, i seem distant, and i am distant. you, you are always in my heart. how can you be anywhere else?
in a moment of shear madness i write to you and tell you exactly what i am feeling. i did not even have to search for the words, they were there. before my intellect had any chance of vetoing my action or censuring my words, the letter was in the mail to you, irrevocably yours. your silence meant nothing, and it meant all. your lack of assumptions and judgment touched me deeply. i need to do what i am doing, we need to be there where we are. it is all so simple.
