Oh Sylvia,

Oh Sylvia,

Everybody wants a reason for this but I am writing to you about how I know of no remedy.
I am an ugly mouth; all I speak is in sailor tongue.
I know I should be cleaning myself up,
But it has never been that easy for me.
I spent the better part of the last four yeas trying to make this cake and eat it two.

Been writing about a love I never knew
I now believe every person I meet is a figment of my imagination,
Do you know how that feels?
I do not know if I am truly insane or I am,
Fabricating something just to make it threw the day.

To much coffee hands are shaking,
I guess its no mystery why I do not really sleep.
Some how I still picture a happy ever after burning all because I could not live a lie.
I find it easier to raise the pen then the paintbrush lately,
Something darker on the canvas then words can describe
So I live behind the pad of paper from the only thing that matters.
This letters to get me over this hump,
I will do what ever it takes to let it bleed out,
To get the venom from my dreams.
I read this in fucking fragments,
I cannot tell you if it was too much to handle
Or I am actually getting better but the mask no longer rest on my face.
Most of my friends have given up,
As that seems increasingly understandable.
As I get increasingly uncontrollable.

With love to my odd friend in my dreams,
The awkward dreamer.

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WOW! that was honest and awesome!

I take my hat off to you sir, what need is there of reality when your imaginings can cut such a real and fine cloth for swathing! Fantastic read Sylvie and the Sailor! May you both find peace in belonging. Cheers SS


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."