Letter To Taeljejohn

uncomfortableness, and hesitation arose that you might reassess a possibility for friendship or.... whatever with me. A disappointment set in place in the event that based on some facet of my being (inexplicable flaws within this corporeal human male), forecast that an about face (booked on charges inherent in this googly eyed, earth-linked, kool hotmail of a yahoo) would be un liked! Juno what i mean? In retrospect, no matter that this average boyish chap desires enjoyment, he admits that ordinary punctuating various stages of development difficulty coping found him msn (miss sin, missin, missing, et cetera) on ordinary interpersonal experiences! No matter yours truly usually finds me each morning, noon or night conjuring up maximizing temporary residence on this planet earth versus bemoaning those futile and essentially counterproductive mind games sans could a, might a, should a, would a... today = the moment to cherish, enjoy, help others, ponder the remaining years since fruitless to expend tears for suppressed emotional, financial, grammatical, hormonal, physical, and spiritual angst that roiled mine inner sanctum - mainly from decades in the past which unseen scars with humor this fellow (who by the way likes you) wears! Notice the sly inclusion of my comment per -- affinity, desirability, rhapsody for you although just but a mere inkling prevails about an ye taelje john thru a rather contrived manner - albeit an online adult oriented website - amongst a slew which yields to this bipedal hominid a scant few initial responses - as if a ghost app paired in the recipient email - going boo which unwittingly seems to turn the ivy blue! So...no matter a constancy of follow-up electronic communiques occurs from ye bringing tears of joy, that nobody can see while simultaneously delivering digital glee a reality check restrains proclivity and predilection to let thoughts run wild and free! Immense and immeasurable mounts in moi little rock inducing an electric arc for myself to kin neck embedded in all this schlock for a sixth sense arises that this holme body strongly suspects yar self to generate sunny watts as an s spy she lee Sherlock but, reticence to gush with ebullience reins in a cascade of utter delight washing o'er this less than satisfactory mwm who as a boy and youth happened to b a frayed of his own shadow - while walking along the boulevard of broken dreams listening to the sounds of silence on a green-day. Thus => the following from one Cerebral being ™ in the am and pm This ordinary human Finds himself a mystery Within the terrestrial Firmament and frequently Feels in a feverish pitch At his existence That seers the temple Mounted upon this slender Frame - wrought by the Combination of genetics In tandem with exercise Which latter helps to Sublimate the coiled Tension wound tightly Like an indestructible spring Without a healthy medium at large To channel emotions fraught within Me might find demise That would rent asunder literate fellow And thus annihilate without a trace One true valued father of two us special Lovely lasses as just another statistic among The obituaries! As the world turns (indiscriminately oblivious of the harrowing days per one simian), an agreeable, amiable, edible, immeasurable, likeable, pleasurable, sensible woman (such as yourself - predicated on a gut level intuition) goads more seriousness to share Plaintive unheard heart strings o mine that wail Displeased with this marriage fraught with travail As if in a maelstrom whip-lashed vessel without a sail Yet - averse to lambaste or rail Against abby (whereby we pass like two ships in the night) who married this male When each of us happened to seem more similar And thought each ourselves to fail At any endeavor, though now confidence Buoys my heart while she doth ail And exemplifies attitudes, beliefs, efforts, Idiosyncrasies, pathos that life does rot Ill suited to Matthew Scott, Whose bon vivant manifesting faith in him Perhaps from herself deferring many domestic And child rearing tasks not Of course being boasting - even when scissoring the umbilical cord As a now beaming papa, whose daughters Blithely ignore "mother" a lot Thus necessitating this quest For a counterpart to offer succor To eden (age 16) and shana (14 on february 4th, 2013) Yet accepts that i must dispel any dreamy fantasy even this ours - a mere jot At this juncture knowing full well how unwise to set myself up for disappointment By thinking and rushing like a fool, Where angels fear to tread Though "chutzpah" i got! U r slowly filling my mindscape with joy Thank you so much - for accepting without complaint how atypically words this writer wannabe Named Matthew Scott Harris dozen ploy.