Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered

I love you very much.



" How about another cup of tea?"

I hope when people offer tea, it's a gesture of love.

It should be.



It feels like I'm cutting out my eyes and ears and feeding them to my nose. Why is it, that I never seem to be, exactly where I ought to? The earth is shifting under me, taking me with it, and leaving me behind. I trusted it to take me to where I need to be, but it has failed me on every count. When someone says " I love you " it should be made a natural law, that the earth moves your body to the place to where that person is. To witness their tears, and kiss their mouth, and hold their face in your hands. But no, the earth is a big ugly moron.