It’s getting colder, September 29, 2009
Leaves are changing color and falling. Birds are saying, “Well to hell with this, see ya!” I really should have considered bring more cold weather cloths with me, my own fault which I am sure to regret in the winter. But fall is here, actually it has been here for a week already but who is keeping track. Without a doubt this is my favorite season. Why? Who knows? Could it be because my birthday is in this season, and I look forward to all the presents? Or because of thanksgiving and all the food I get to eat? Or could it be Halloween and all the candy?
Maybe it is all of it, but for some reason, fall brings out the best, and dare I say the romantic in me. Uh oh I just lost a bunch of you; yes the Prisoner is going to throw some more love back at you guys! Run for the hills!
It has been a while since I have had a real relationship. And even more breaking news, since moving to my new cell, loneliness has deepened my need to be with someone. As I mentioned above, the days and nights are getting colder, and in previous years, the Prisoner has had someone to keep him warm. But who is going to be there to hug me at night? Who will be there to share a coffee and stare at the rain? Who is going to tell me that I suck at driving in the snow? Chances are no one is going to this year. Maybe I am destined to cold and to stare at the rain and snow by myself.
We all know what love is, I explained that on my very first post, look it up, it’s settled. But love always fills me this time of year. I always need someone right next to me, to enjoy all the candy on Halloween. I need that one girl to fight with me on who is going to eat the last peanut butter cup. I need her to invite me to her house for Thanksgiving, and say, “be careful with my aunt’s dog, he doesn’t like new people.”
Fall calls for love. The fallen leaves need to be thrown; the fireplace was not made to warm only one person. The left over stuffing and mashed potatoes need to be eaten. And I cannot be alone, literally and emotionally, alone on my birthday. I cannot sing happy birthday to myself (I have done it before, trust me it’s not the same).
I need love. I need it to keep me warm at night and make me soup for my cold that is sure to some any day now. How could it be that, in a city with all these people, I am the one left all alone? No one to share the view from my balcony, and look at the squirrels as they play No one to hold my hand or kiss me good night. Truly, I am the Prisoner still, in a new cell, but the earning for freedom has been transformed, to the earning of love.
Leaves are changing color and falling. Birds are saying, “Well to hell with this, see ya!” I really should have considered bring more cold weather cloths with me, my own fault which I am sure to regret in the winter. But fall is here, actually it has been here for a week already but who is keeping track. Without a doubt this is my favorite season. Why? Who knows? Could it be because my birthday is in this season, and I look forward to all the presents? Or because of thanksgiving and all the food I get to eat? Or could it be Halloween and all the candy?
Maybe it is all of it, but for some reason, fall brings out the best, and dare I say the romantic in me. Uh oh I just lost a bunch of you; yes the Prisoner is going to throw some more love back at you guys! Run for the hills!
It has been a while since I have had a real relationship. And even more breaking news, since moving to my new cell, loneliness has deepened my need to be with someone. As I mentioned above, the days and nights are getting colder, and in previous years, the Prisoner has had someone to keep him warm. But who is going to be there to hug me at night? Who will be there to share a coffee and stare at the rain? Who is going to tell me that I suck at driving in the snow? Chances are no one is going to this year. Maybe I am destined to cold and to stare at the rain and snow by myself.
We all know what love is, I explained that on my very first post, look it up, it’s settled. But love always fills me this time of year. I always need someone right next to me, to enjoy all the candy on Halloween. I need that one girl to fight with me on who is going to eat the last peanut butter cup. I need her to invite me to her house for Thanksgiving, and say, “be careful with my aunt’s dog, he doesn’t like new people.”
Fall calls for love. The fallen leaves need to be thrown; the fireplace was not made to warm only one person. The left over stuffing and mashed potatoes need to be eaten. And I cannot be alone, literally and emotionally, alone on my birthday. I cannot sing happy birthday to myself (I have done it before, trust me it’s not the same).
I need love. I need it to keep me warm at night and make me soup for my cold that is sure to some any day now. How could it be that, in a city with all these people, I am the one left all alone? No one to share the view from my balcony, and look at the squirrels as they play No one to hold my hand or kiss me good night. Truly, I am the Prisoner still, in a new cell, but the earning for freedom has been transformed, to the earning of love.
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