Mew~

There isn't anything I want from you.  Nothing.  Not really, not then, not now, not ever.  If there ever had been, you know what?   It's gone now.  Now, there's only these bitter ashes in my mouth, and this faint metallic taste.  BAH!

I never thought it was to much.  How can anything ever be too much? 
Too much love, to much *wanting*, too much sex, too much opium.  How
could it, how could that ever possibly be?

....but I understand
the fear.  I have it too, and that's why I want to have it all and take
it in small tiny bites.  I could but see you rarely...and yet when I
did it would be perfect and magical and intense and full of smoke and
fire and dreams  and music and pain and talking late into the night and
trembling and...

...and I'm being silly and useless again. 
Because neither of us could do that.  Because you're not ready and I'm
too selfish.  And it's terrible and the worst part is that someday I'll
be okay with that.  I can't stand the thought.

Gypsy

to ADHD,
yeah, you win. I give up...my life is different and always will be because I am AD. So what? I'll be Attention Deficit forever, so I'm not gonna fight it anymore.

You're not my enemy. I'm not gonna try to "beat" my ADHD, or "take control" or all that crap. I'm just gonna try to live and flourish with my ADHD. You're not my enemuy, you helped give me my creativity, my outside-the-lines thinking, my quirkyness, and my energy, and I wouldn't give those things up for all the day-planners in the world. Ok, yeah, the inattention, lack of focus, and disorganisation I coudl live without, but instead or trying to push them out of me, I'll accept tham as just an alternate style, and show the world that a disorganised life can still be a happy and full one.

Love,
You're most grateful benificiary,
Shoe Skogen

The song...everyone is a relationsship I have had...soem are more than one person, some people are reflected in more than onne verse.

Dear Matthew,
I like you a lot

Dear Jonathan,
I liked you too much

Dear Terrance,
I love you muchly

Dear Marcus,
You rock my world

Dear Lou,
We learned so much

Those, and these here, are My Unsent.

Read on...

Shoe

letters
helped to
and these are
soem to oters, some to me or peices of me

well,
Sio Cain,
Shoe