A Day In The Life of A Workin' Kitty...

I start my day as usual, nothing special. Coffee in the morning, calls until noon, everything else until it's time to go. Nothing serious. Faces are all the same to me. Usually, people remind me of other people I've worked with. Like they've changed their clothes, and hair, but they always remain the same set of people that I've crossed paths with. Which leads me to my next entry...

The Doppelganger...

Since I've started this exchange with Crown, things have been pretty hard. I mean, long distance relationships have always been my cup of tea. But, this one? I'm pretty numb, man. I haven't seen him in, like, ever (okay 1 week) but it feels like years. So, it's an uphill battle, but, I'm keeping the faith. Until the next time he snatches my very soul from my flesh. But I digress...

The Doppelganger represents everything that I see in my Crown. From mannerisms, to the way he looks, hell, from the very look in his eyes. I mean, his eyes are no match for my Crown's eyes, but, everytime I see the Doppelganger, I break out in heated flushes of cold, as if my Crown is upon me. My body knows no boundaries. My insides start to screaming, and I start to blush. As if this man knew my very secrets, like the Crown does. As if he's seen me in post-coital position, wiping essence from my lips and chin. The really funny thing is, the Doppelganger doesn't look as if he's from this country. He may be East Indian, or Trinidadian. But, my Crown, is of African-American descent, by way of VA.

How is that ultimately possible?

I guess I just miss him. Want him. Need him.

Yeah, that's it...