1 June 2003 6:45pm ‘Acceptance speeches’
It’s been a year and ‘we’re’ still so tight.
I’m so glad that my world includes you.
You help me, to be me. The ‘me’ that people accept, without preset conditions.
Conditions that are always about them and their peace of mind, not mine, never mine.
I’d get more compassion from a strangers embrace.
S’ok though coz I’m used to a world that feels that all my words, my actions are not only embarrassing, but premeditated.
I can say anything in front of you and when you look at me I feel so much Love.
Yet if only... ?
Having stuff going on in my head that I cannot fathom, is something they see as ‘plotting and drama’.
Bipolar disorder (genetic engineering)
My maternal grandmother was afflicted too apparently.
I never knew her.
I do wonder though.
Did she have her ‘truths’ disbelieved?
Anyway I’ll get over it, I always do.
Now there’s you.
Sweet, serene and immensely calm around me.
My labels don’t shock you, or is it simply because you don’t see them?
You tell me they’re not visible, just by the way you act.
I like that thanks.. My palms itch when I see you, itch to get a grip of you, in fact I might just be in love..