Summer RainPosted: August 1, 2006
Rain has erupted on a sleepless night.
Trying to sleep only has me fantasizing about a tall beautiful man sweeping me away in his arms.
Why can’t I just let the rain put me to doze in the abyss?
I guess trying to avoid the issue of my under utilised libido with the whelming of my job and financial responsibilities isn’t working. My sex life needs help, or I need to figure out some other way to relax.
You’d think for how creatively draining my job is, I’d find some kind of artistic satisfaction, but alas no.
Instead I perpetually dream about being a painter, sculptor, environmental artist. And yet I still haven’t gotten the required letters of recommendation I need to go get my gradual degree in art.
I really need some good lovin. The ebb and rumble of the rain is little consolation.