“i forgot the past”
I showed this to Jamie. Like i’ve kind of meant to for six months. It came up; she started a blog. It almost gave me a panic attack to see her read it. That was something of a surprise. Perhaps not. I absolutely hate my personal writing. It kind of makes me sick to reread it myself. I am, outside of this, an extremely private person in many regards, making the whole endeavor a bit strange. Also, fantastic. I apologize for this garbled post; i thought i ought to simply put something down. I’ve been struck a bit dumb. All this, not to say that it is bad. It’s simply traded an old neurosis in for a new, which i suppose i will have to deal through at some point.
Hi honey. Love you.
"Find You At Last" - John Hiatt