Letter to g-

Perhaps it’s a vain attempt at throwing some light and logic at something, well, twisted. Me, being sane, being therefore branded “insane” as the odd one out of an insane society, “it’s black therefore it’s white” and to say not is a heresy. Twisted, in other words.

Perhaps it’s a way of suffering more humiliation, cause I don’t care if I play the fool, and am ruled by my heart, and you pay for that, and I’m a real sucker for it.

One thing is sure, it’s desperate, I’m sure you’ll agree, GRM, given that I keep finding different hairstyles and different cars, and not sure what I’m meant to be doing about that beyond taking a wild guess, plunging for it and throwing my knickers at one. The net is a bad joke.

And then there’s the mob, who all seem to know where I live, so this is my desperate plea/invitation: I’m inviting you round. Anytime. I’m serious, 100%. Knock.

Cause I’m sick of the absurdity of my situation: the mobs hearsay, sickening jealousy, vampirism, hypocrisy, bullying, cowardice and manipulation of everything i try to do, of my humanity: it’s ALL LIES. HUMANITY: WHAT HAPPENED?

– I’d give up on people completely, but then there was you, and I cannot forget.

It may come as a surprise, but in such a short time you helped me love myself.

So I’ll sign this desperate “letter”, “Always”, and if this page could blot, it would, full of tears.

Crazy – to be honest?

Cal Kalve