a feeling/thought that sub-/unconsciously asserted itself enough to wake me at five am, just days before my twenty-eighth year: the only substantiation i have for loves existence is the love—however, still, unsubstantiable and seemingly ineffable—that i have/feel for/from my mother and all three of my sisters; the magnitude of which incapacitates, de-necessitates, and/or supersedes any/all extra-familial female love as either superfluous or, well, greedy of me to desire and/or expect. this is for the women that make me the happiest, and enable me to enjoy/endure whatever sadness ive been blessed/cursed to experience for their sake. i just love my boops, because, well, theyre oh-so boop!
Posted on: Thu, 16 Oct 2014 09:13:36 +0000
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