Come. I need you. I need your tight embrace.

To clean my mind. To remove this unwanted load I’ve

carried all day long. Imagine the trash truck that stops by

every other day by the alley to pick up the trash. Sweet

angel of mine, be my savior. It’s been heavy on my shoulders.

And deeply felt in my chest, next to my heart.

The thought of so much misery here, there, everywhere…

while I enjoy a roof, a comfortable bed, a full belly, a pitcher

of fresh water…writing all this silly senseless words…it’s

pretty uncomfortable. You see…I’ve been seeing lots of

videos and pictures of the atrocities committed in Gaza all day,

of children being pushed around by those now abhorrent

loathsome Israeli soldiers…it makes me sick, sick to my stomach.

Hearing about the abuse of all possible forms of bestiality committed

by those same soldiers…makes me sick…and I understand makes other

millions more feel the same way. When is this going to stop!

Sweet love, I need you. I need your love and I need to hear from

you that one not too far away day, this nightmare is going to end.

Sweet love of mine, I need you now. Please.

EO