Delightful Inconsistent

I can talk to you and know you'll make me feel more powerful and in control and wise than I really am, no matter how I felt before.

When you dress up, you appear magical - like a flaming blue butterfly alongside wood moths. Penny Lane if she'd gone to the party of "real people."

Your skin glows like something out of English myth.



I'm terribly tired, and while not in nearly so much pain as earlier, not entirely fabulous. Miss you.