September 17th - A letter to you...
Today September 17th - A letter you.
Today, Have I not realized the true reason why all artist truly create. The bottom underlining singular defining factor that links every creative person I know of. Yet I think I’ll be keeping the true singular idea to my self except written down. On the other hand I’ve been finding all balance in life as I’ve been spending time in my own personal space. No worrying of anything as zen like state. Left with personal thoughts and change. Listening to the true inner voice rather than all the outside ones from my own perspectives of too many vies as well as those I know. Wether I’m a Dandy there is a message to Jeffery that is worth sharing. Stories to entertain in whatever form I can. Let’s hope I’m granted enough time. I’m just doing my time and trying to enjoy it. As I am guilty for sharing stories, ideas, and other creations of an overactive patient of this hospital called Earth. Let’s not forget what our idea of space is now with the James Web Telescope. Space is no what I truly appreciate. It’s fascinating. On that note. Time for me to fill up space tattooing Dave and Carly in San Pedro at my Homie George’s Shop. So until next time. Enjoy some stories and ideas. Sincerely Me aka your friend Jeffery Page.
I would have written this letter to you although you would have never read it. So I guess I write it to the world so at least I know I said it. It seems since I can remember your eyes will be embedded as they were first things that caught my attention and that I never regretted. Your beauty was of a fairytale and nothing but treasure to me. I can honestly say you were something of a dream. I would have loved to be with you til death but obviously you chose not me. It’s fine in the end as with time I will mend you’ll see. Even if I was fooled by you once. Even after falling blind. I still hurt but now I can see. Even if the truth hurts the truth was it was always me that was just too naive to see. That the real empath that was manipulated was unfortunately me. I am only in love when I’m being mistreated. I must be sadomasochistic to myself as I am the only one that hurts. It just me.It’s just me. It will always be me. I love to have them take my heart and leave me to bleed. It’s love to me. It’s love to me. It’s my fault as I was never what you need. Just a step above the rest. I love to watch me bleed.
It's always what they like about you is what they end up hating about you... At least thats what I was told. It’s just love to me. It’s me.
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