A rant I just had to post edit later, a storyline I hope to develope, let's see what happens?
This is another day in the life ... of me.
I was just wondering if any of you ladies (or if you're a woman reading this,)a man, I was wondering if I/we might have a moment of your time and if you wouldn't mind answering a simple question? Let me ask as if I knew you and as if you knew me, maybe some of us men (and women) just need to know... what does it take to love you, and for you to love us back? And if you found it, (love) would you be willing to love us back? OK I know it may seem like a open ended question, and altogether strange and I know by now you ladies/men are way beyond what I'm asking, looking for the hidden agenda, you know, you're seeking that thing I'm not telling you, or possibly you're trying to outflank me and out maneuver me and get ahead of me and "beat me at my own game." The trouble is while that is a great war stragedy, and you'd no doubt win that war .... this is love and I have no "game" no ulterior motive, I'm just me, that guy standing in the shadows, on the edge of, nevermore, about ready to toss in the proverbial chips and say to heck with it all. I'm about ready to do the hermit, in the hills thing and be that guy that no one knows why or where he comes from. You know, the guy the townspeople point at and say "It seems like it's always been just him and his dog". Anybody else out there feel me?
How in the world is it, that a person looking for love, always finds that one other person looking for that thing they'd more likely find in the lost and found, at the metro transit department?
Why is it now that me asking to kiss you is a major production? When was the last time we made love, no not had sex, I said, made love. But now that you mention it, the last time we had sex, did you not get it the way you like it? Was there a place I didn't touch, that you wanted and needed to be touched? Trouble is, I didn't feel you reaching back, or touching me anywhere. Why is that? So here I am, paining, thinking,wondering why my prayers haven't been answered after all? They could have been, it's not that it can't happen with the two of us. That would be too simple, nope the truth is, the sad thing is, it hurts more because it could "happen" for us it just doesn't. Well let me go find something to do. Hmmmm what to do, what to do, I'm in trouble, I don't smoke, I don't drink, I don't party, don't get high, and bottom line is, you are my life. And like I said, for me that's strangely enough a sad fact, because you don't love me.
Yankee Doodle Daddy is a historical Appalachian Family Saga. The story follows a mother's reckoning as she struggles to survive and keep her four daughters alive.
