LD Thoughts.

This was an email I sent to Adam about 10 minutes ago.

I’m…

Grumpy.

Tired.

Cold.

Sleepy.

Sad.

Annoyed.

Jealous.

Happy.

Achy.

Full.

Hurting.

Jittery.

Awake.

Congested.

Bored.

I don’t mind these things.

I’ve been them before.

For a long time.

A very long time.

I wish that I were being them with you.

Then.

I wouldn’t mind.

Being these things.

Because.

I’d be lying.

Next to you.

Asleep.

Warm.

Snugly.

Instead I’m here.

Alone.

And.

And.

And.

And.

And.

Grumpy.

Tired.

Cold.

Sleepy.

Sad.

Annoyed.

Jealous.

Happy.

Achy.

Full.

Hurting.

Jittery.

Awake.

Congested.

Bored.

Alone.

I shouldn’t mind being alone.

I’ve been alone before.

A.

Long.

Time.

A.

Very.

Long.

Time.

That was long ago.

Now I’m not alone.

Therefore.

When I am alone.

I don’t like the aloneness.

Thinking about this.

Seems silly.

Silly.

Silly.

I’m a grown up.

A grown man.

An old man.

I should not mind.

The aloneness.

But.

But.

But.

I.

Do.

I.

Do.

I do.

I.

I want.

To be next to you.

To feel your touch.

Listen to you breathe.

Watch as your chest rises.

And.

Falls.

As you breathe.

This is.

What I want.

Now.

I.

Must.

Not Think.

About.

This.

I must Not.

Think.

About.

This.

I must not Think.

About.

This.

I must not think.

About.

This.

I must not think about. this.

I MUST not think about this.

I must go to bed.

Alone.

Dream.

You.

Tomorrow.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Of us.

Is it morning?

Am I awake?

I guess not.

I’m still alone.

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