i kid you not, this will be the 3rd time i write: in the words of celine dion, and with zero shame i might add. it began on friday afternoon when i was penning an email to my sweet angel, john p., quoting ms. dion’s {dee-OHN’s} “a new day has...
deadlines. classes. clients. zero sleep. a sick hh. real life. calgon cupcake take me away!!!!!! for now i’ll just be here. in this tree. i can’t see them. then, they can’t see me. happy weekend. Similar posts:it started with an innocent...
lately i need earplugs for night’s silence; its mute heartbeat CLANGS in my ears keeping me from pastel dreamland. parched eyeballs dry heave, weary from tv screens, books, magazines, and computers…..they are my new ineffectual sleeping aids. i have taken...
