When trying to get out the proper words for a story line it comes easy.
The Characters are in my mind. Descriptions, plots, villains and of course hero’s. They just blossom to life.
However there are those in reality, people, places and things that are already founded in what God created them to be.
Rocks, Scissors, Paper, Ranchmen, Writers, Bakers & Thieves.
Therefore, when you are introduced to that which you have no way of naming it begins as a game then a challenge. Over time it becomes something of “it’s” own. Forbidden, Fulfilling, But never Forgotten. And oh so consuming.
It might be days weeks, years “it” with no guide lines has been planted, watered, mulched, back again much like your Strawberries and Garlic. Always returning to bloom, supplying your needs.
When sudden loss and loneliness enter, And oh it will: Quiet tears will stream down your cheeks. No one will see them, no one will know. Alone in your thoughts, alone in your house., your car. alone no matter where you are. Unable to share your frustration, your secret.
A void only that phantom admirer could have filled.
Only that internet connection holds the key to the adulterer who brings sunshine into your garden of life.
