I have always had trouble with putting down my thougths or when doing so, forgetting what it was I wanted to write about and so I started to tote around a journal with me at all times with a pen inside the cover to be ready with anything that is of meaning. Sometimes at night when it is late and I cannot sleep due to the thoughts swirling around my head, I pull out a recorder and I sit in my dark room and talk my thoughts out of my head until I feel the stream of words losing their grip over my mind and I can sleep away the night in peace.

Hello?
Hey you.
Hello?
Is this Mike?
Yes this is Mike.
Michael?
This is Mike. Who is this?
This is Ingrid.
Who?
Hang up my mind screamed. I did. He forgot me. My ring. My voice. My name. My words. In a matter of minutes, I was made a mountain of pain in a few words. I knew that my memory was already indangered, but to witness it, I am in shock. My Superman is losing his memory. Of me. What can I do? How do I stay nice and fresh? Michael, I am still here...memory or not...I still love you...and I will not run away.

Love
angels
peace
life
death
marriage
kids
heaven
Earth
friendship
fear
touch
smiles
hearts
tickles
kisses
memories
WORDS

My eyes await you, my heart is still warm for you, my friendship holds you.....peace to your soul Icarus....

I have found Bobo....and I got my kiss from Superman...mmmmmm. Bobo by the way, I forgot to tell you Don, is my pen pal who was stationed in Iraq for a year. He came home and was sent to a new post and I lost him. But yesterday, after sending him an email about my pending birthday...he called. Funny that the whole year that we talked, called, wrote, emailed and messengered while he was in Iraq, that we would end up coming out a great friends. I was a little tweeked he forgot my birtday short of reminding him...hehhee...But Superman had to be told also....grrrrrrr....but now Bobo is back, Bobo is okay, and we will continue our friendship as normal...See....soldiers are not only fighting in Iraq..they come home and continue to be soldiers until the next big war or challenge that calls them to duty....my Bobo has been in for 13 years....dedicated man and there are plenty of them out there....please contact a soldier....stay with them, not just during a term of deployment...and redeployment...concider it a wish....you cannot help everyone, but everyone should help at least one........peace

THAT IS RIGHT!!!!! ME!!!! I AM omg..older....BUT OH WELL...IT IS STILL MY BIRTHDAY...YAYAYYAYAY....wonder what I will get????? I want a big kiss from SUPERMAN.....even though I am krytonite to him......HAVE A GREAT DAY ALL...my birthday wish is that all I touch today, whether it be in word or touch or vision.....I want all to have a peace with them...and a day of extreme passion.....be happy...we are all alive.....