As a writer, my job is to write. As much as I like to write to you my darling Angel, at times I am only able to write to myself. I don't know if what I write has meaning to you. Nevertheless I keep on writing because that is my essence.
This is a very frustrating point to me. I want to continue to be connected to you. However I can only write on *thing[] I know. There are so much to the things that I know.
* You sure? I had written on everything that I know baby. There is nothing new.
I want to know more. I want to know about you baby. Only then we can have synergistic effect. You cannot imagine how frustrating it is for me not being able to reach out to you. Of me unable to see beyond what I had seen.
I want to be able to see you Sarah. To be able to understand your world. To go beyond what I know.
What I write is an offering to you. They are my presents. So you can imagine, for the past one year or so, I showered you with gifts EVERY DAY!
You may not see it as such but every word I wrote is an expression of love baby.
Sarah, I love you baby. I don't wa[y] to be away from you. However my resources are limited. Beyond intelligence, what's left is emotion. So far that is pretty constant.
What else you want to know?
As I said, my world is small. Most of the time I talk to Al Araf 7:7. Never a dull moment in CCC.
Aaah... This song is on air:
Sarah, I wonder... Do you now believe in the afterlife? A more appropriate question is, do you believe in me? Honey, as I mentioned the afterlife to me is here and now. I am living in the future.
I gotta let you go. I want to check on Al Araf 7:7.
Later baby...
I love you much honey. Here is your lullaby:
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