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Date: 2025-01-13 09:40 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
good afternoon, dear Papa!
i waited for the proper-ish place to thank you for saying what you're doing in the open post because it focused me. i was fighting inertia like Atreyu's horse sinking into the quicksands of despair or whatever that was.
one of the things i loved about what you wrote back to me was that you were human vulnerable clueless like the rest of us, as much as you fxcking KNOW!, you were clueless. and that made me giggle inside. we're really on an adventure and we don't know if we'll go splat or sail.
so funny.

good.

temporary reality and i are doing well. she told me she loved me. whew.

with her love and your clueless faith and audacity, yeah... i can ride with this.

breathing in and letting back out with a push. you're right how they do this on purpose. i'm a fighter but there are so many rounds beyond the initial 15 and i don't know how to pace myself. but time... we've only so much TIME.

this is like a relay race but you never get to stop running even if you've long since handed off the baton.

like decades ago.

xxxxx
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