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To Sleep
perchance to dream. Or dream not, depending, on how the cold medications affect me. Blegh and yuck.
( SIGH ) Yeah, I know, I sigh a lot. Just the good old I HATE THE BLOODY HOLIDAYS depression creeping up. All those two faced goody-two-shoes pretending to be charitable and failing. The Xian heat season when the dominate religion tries to ram their beliefs down everyone's throat. Yeah, Jesus might be the reason for the season, but Mithra's the reason for the timing! Goddess bless, Christ must weep at the religion that has come up in His name. Blame Paul, he repackaged Xianity to make it commercially appealing to the Romans.
"'Tis the season to be greedy, FalalalaLAlalalaLA. Buy your sweetheart something sleezy, falalalaLAlalalaLA........ God rest ye merry merchantmen, may ye make the Yuletime PAY!!"
Gods I hate sleeping alone. A teddybear does quite cut it. I want to feel my lover curled up next to me and feel her hair across my chest. Or even just curl up and cuddle in that primordial "Mammal! WARM!!" hindbrain thought that overtakes us when it's cold.
And I even know the ones I would want there. Alas, one lives 100 miles away, one doesn't want me in that way anymore, and the other......well, less said, the better. Gods I'm still hurting from her. I would have not been so hurt, if she hadn't acted so ashamed of me, like I was some dark secret against the world. Alas, and stupid, stupid me, I found after the fact I was more in love with her than was safe.
Sigh. Being poly has it's pluses - and major minuses at times.
Damm I wish this cough would go away. Time to hit the (ugh) Buckley's before sleep.
Sleep well my loves, even the ones that hurt to love.
( SIGH ) Yeah, I know, I sigh a lot. Just the good old I HATE THE BLOODY HOLIDAYS depression creeping up. All those two faced goody-two-shoes pretending to be charitable and failing. The Xian heat season when the dominate religion tries to ram their beliefs down everyone's throat. Yeah, Jesus might be the reason for the season, but Mithra's the reason for the timing! Goddess bless, Christ must weep at the religion that has come up in His name. Blame Paul, he repackaged Xianity to make it commercially appealing to the Romans.
"'Tis the season to be greedy, FalalalaLAlalalaLA. Buy your sweetheart something sleezy, falalalaLAlalalaLA........ God rest ye merry merchantmen, may ye make the Yuletime PAY!!"
Gods I hate sleeping alone. A teddybear does quite cut it. I want to feel my lover curled up next to me and feel her hair across my chest. Or even just curl up and cuddle in that primordial "Mammal! WARM!!" hindbrain thought that overtakes us when it's cold.
And I even know the ones I would want there. Alas, one lives 100 miles away, one doesn't want me in that way anymore, and the other......well, less said, the better. Gods I'm still hurting from her. I would have not been so hurt, if she hadn't acted so ashamed of me, like I was some dark secret against the world. Alas, and stupid, stupid me, I found after the fact I was more in love with her than was safe.
Sigh. Being poly has it's pluses - and major minuses at times.
Damm I wish this cough would go away. Time to hit the (ugh) Buckley's before sleep.
Sleep well my loves, even the ones that hurt to love.