In the Midst

In the midst of falling for who weve always been and this marketing reality...my memory still flushes you out as if...as we were guilty of abandonment or emotional dismemberment at will and not victims of various entities trying to turn the house against itself and then proclaim victory, take over ie siege or unreconcilable fallibility by some who fed from your pocketbook. Luckily an inbox message and a glass of wine helped to clear my mind. I couldnt help thinking about all the times I left my drink unattended in your company at Temptations like a jellybean bouncing off the wall while, being more escapist at the city bar. Your confidant says just wait (i get down on ice) she's going to only want to go to you later on....and so it goes...ive heard some theories that fear of failure helps hold the structure in place. Fear of being a lie. Fear of being the truth. Fear of approaching you. It has been suggested that one of my sister's will lessen the burden by narrating the real time interaction. After all, we survived high school....didn't we? Bring my baby in here to have lunch with me today, then you told you know who...sometimes a girl just needs her Mother....i belched...me and you Cox...that thing replied. I sat to the left of your desk ie your right in the classroom. Philly cheese steak pops in my mind. I remember more than you know unless you hack me really good.

Love Eternally,
Jean