Saturday, July 14, 2007

Is it money?

Maybe I'm tired, maybe sad lonely and broken hearted as the song goes, but it's not a good feeling tonight. I keep thinking what I'd have done without Brigitte (and that's the correct spelling), but maybe God sends angels when you least expect it. And maybe I'd better start accepting that things cannot go totally wrong in life, sometimes an angel is thrown in to help.

But it's still not good. Harvy. Miss him like hell, it really hurts, physically hurts. Can I do something to get him here... I wish I could. But it seems in this world that whoever is in the money can do anything, and most times the ones in the money have made the bucks by ignoring the heart. I cry just by mentioning him, it's that bad or good. Maybe he's another angel, who is suffering. How I wish I could throw him a thousand and have him here, but it's not up to me. So do I P.U.S.H. (Pray Until Something Happens), seethe in anger at unfairness and be bitter, or try to keep hoping. Hope never dies, well until there's life that is. And in Harvy there is the joie the vivre no matter how hard it is for him. We're in the E.U. but you don't get far if you're not English speaking. But I'll do that for him, get him here and give him my knowledge of English if necessary.

Love you baby, you are my sunshine, and perhaps you'll be here for good until the year is up.