They Say It's Your Birthday...Killing Me Softly...

A few thoughts.

Yes, today is my fucking birthday.

I try not to dwell on it.

But then I get something like this

picture...in my email...

and I just have to fucking smile.

Trixie?

I hope you don't mind that I am

posting this pic...

I FUCKING LOVE IT.

And I fucking LOVE you.

Thank You♥

You have made my fucking day.

Outside of Robert...

I cannot think of anything

that I want for my birthday.

Isn't that sad?

And wanting Robert...

I'm not gonna get all

fucked up sexy and shit...

and talk about 'doing' him

or bullshit like that.

Not that I...

Well, let's not fucking go there...OK?

Wait.

I can think of something I want...

My sanity.

I think I have lost my mind

somewhere on this trip with

my Robsession.

Surely it's not right...

feeling this way about someone

that I don't even fucking know.

Will never know.

But, oh sweet Jesus...

How I do want to know him...

Anyfuckingway.

There has been a song...

that seems to go through my head...

A whole fucking lot.

It just is Robert to me...

Or maybe its how Robert

makes me feel.

So Happy Fucking Birthday.

Here are the lyrics...

that break my fucking black heart.

A lot of fucking today, yes?

It's that kind of day.

I heard he sang a good song

I heard he had a style

And so I came to see him and listen for awhile

And there he was this young boy

A stranger to my eyes...

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly
With his song...

I felt all flushed with fever

Embarrassed by the crowd

I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud

I pray that he would finish

But he just kept right on...

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

Killing me softly

With his song...

He sang as if he knew me

In all my dark despair

And then he looked right through me as if I was not there

And he just kept on singing,

Singing clear and strong...

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

Killing me softly

With his song.

Bye for now♥