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#imanidiotiknow #liberallogic #easytarget #whatajoke
Uh oh. I almost said it :o im so scared right now. Didn't know I was going to feel things today.
I need to start remembering what I queue because I just looked at my blog and thought my account had been hacked.
GOOD JOB JEANETTE. GOOD JOB.
A little poem when I can't sleep.
If I could set down and put words to my heart the things it would say and the story's it would tell. If I could set down and put words to your ears so sweet that it would bring a smile to your face and a flutter in your stomach know I would do it till my last breath because you mean that much to me. I ran scared like Peter Pan to never land, scared of what may come to be and who I may become as I grow old. Scared I hurt the one I swore to do anything for. The woman I love hurt, broken and thrown away. My heart throbs with pain from the thought of hurting you. Emotions I forgot I had bubbled up to the surface like an imperfection. I've cried until my eyes ached for the lack of tears that had already created many paths like a map down my face. What has been done is irreversible. I cannot even think that I can fix it. Fix something I carelessly destroyed with my ignorance. But the love I had still remains. Like a flame with little fluid. I can see that same flame behind the blue windows you used to refuse my passage through. He may have made you forget about me but I never got the luxury of forgetting about you. You were my everything. Some people still call you my soul. I never fight it. Fighting would mean I wanted to resist. Of all the things in the skies and on there is only one thing I want. Just one. The intertwined lacing fingers of my girl. To call her mine is the only thing I need. I would live as a poor man begging to keep us a float. Just as long as I got to share those times with her. I won't give up. I will love you till the day I die if you see it or not. No one compares to the way you make me feel. The flutter you put in my stomach. Because you are you. And that's all I need.