Voices say if you came to Boston you would “kill yourself.”
But it just dawned on me that there may be people here, pretending to be you, and by kill yourself you mean kill them. Murder.
And the other person won’t go back home to Norway because she’s “scared of who she is” which means she’s scared of you…
Edit: So I’ll be waiting for a mighty long time I guess is the case. I’m fine with that. Gives me time to sculpt my body into the shape I want, the shape I think is worthy for a lover.
I suppose now the voices are here because they think I’m party to the plot.
You could not be more incorrect.
But it’s her life.
She can live it.
✌️