I'm doing that thing....

where I kinda isolate myself...you know...
and I get all weird...
and really there's no good reason....
really there's only reason to celebrate...
but like a crab or a turtle or something...I'm hiding under a hard shell...
and really no one here knows I do that except for Mati....but he can only do so much ...he loves me so well already...
it happens when i get overwhelmed..by anything - good or bad....and I can't see my way through....to anything...
and its usually you...
who know when its time to come and get me and explain the bigger ways of the world to me...
and its usually you..who know how to find me....even if I pinch a little..you know I'm harmless and you understand my abstract definitions of why...and
and no one here knows that about me....
and and.....
that's all...
I feel funny today.

I got this note from my "sister"
I feel funny.
She's seems nice...

Where are you two?? I wanna touch your belly, Myriam and look at your hair, Linda.


Hello Dear Ruth,

I am your sister
and have always been,
Your memories of me I am sure
are quite slim...

The occasions our paths crossed
were very few,
But I could never, never
stop thinking of you.

And now when I lay down to sleep tonight
My heart will be filled with great delight

Because

I seen my sister by chance..
Living and loving in the streets of France.

Always
Mona Lynn, Olivas, AKA Ramona Bejarano AKA Mony Velasquez