i want to get my other thigh tattooed, and id like for you to hold my hand.. its not that itll be hurt.. i just wanna hold your hand and get my thigh tattooed. Mainly i just wanna hold your hand.. tattoo or not.. but i do want a tattoo and this is sounding silly then again im tired.
i work three 12 hr shifts with no communicaton with the outside world. i dont know whats happening with anyone… thats a bit bothersome. My mind wonders as much as I do during that time. I can’t stay still, when we’re not busy I’m moving looking for something to do listening for someone to call over the radio for me. I often have to walk briskly from one side of the warehouse to the other.. maybe it’s half of a football field.. im not sure really.. all I know is that im losing weight to the point my jeans are falling off me and I have to wear a belt now.
I wonder about the world, i wonder about my world and I wonder whats going with the people I care about. Often the ideas from previous conversations get replayed in my head like an old time reel to reel and projected back to me.
I’ve been thinking about you a lot more lately.. I’ve spoken about you to my co-workers and about how im working to save up so that I can come see you in May. After my conversation ends, my thoughts carry on. I think about how you love the beach, how you hate roses, and how beautiful you are. I thought about how lovely itll be when the time comes and we’re standing by the shorelines and a crescendo of waves crashing, with the muffled sound of people talking and moving around us. Your hand is in mine and for as long as we’re together the world seems less bleak then what it normally was.
Oh and my co-worker also asked what are you going to do if you two hit things off in May? I dont think he got it, but I replied with ” I’ll guess I’ll be crossing some toll bridges to get there”
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