Struggling to find a voice inside all these words. I think I might have some peace of mind if I could write down half of what I’m thinking. Like examining friendship and relationships with other adults. That takes up an enormous amount of time in my brain. I finally put some of it into words …
She grabbed his hand and pulled her in close. She knew it would be okay in that moment; that despite everything keeping them apart, he was with her. A piece of her. She’d bitten off more than she could chew. He was more male than she had known a man could be. Virile. Protective. Man. …
I wrote today. Not here. And I’m so tired I just used the word “slidden” as in “your phone had slidden under the pillow” Goodnight.
I feel so bad for this kid. I mean, this is a fucked up sit for the best of us, he’s just a poor kid stuck with us. The Intel that box maker picked up looks to be panning out. Not sure it’s s good thing to head south or not, but fuck, im curious. …
a party
There is a group of us that like to eat. It started as a noodle run, but it’s become sort of once to twice a month thing. Go into Santa Fe and nom all the noms. We try new places and get excited to hangout and usually do a bit of any other errands we …
There’s a story brewing. Which means things might get lean for a bit. However, I feel you should know, the lovers in the cabin are doing quite well, despite their mutual Desire to remain undiscovered. It is making them both a bit tense, but she’s learning to trust him and he’s learning to trust her …
time and again I ask myself what makes me keep doing the things I do. I don’t really have a good answer. I step into the sunlight each morning knowing full well im risking everything just to feel it’s warmth and I do it again and again. It’s impossible to see them in the bright …
im counting this as yesterday’s even though it is today. When does Adulting get so hard? Why? I’m nearing 40 (truth) and it should be easier. Instead every day im learning something new. And it hurts my brain. Have I told you about our lady savior derby? She’s the best. She and the taco pope. …
Waking in the darkened room, she momentarily forgot where she was and the panic set in. She fumbled around for the lamp switch and realized it wasn’t there on the side table, she was in the hotel. Alone. Again. How many did this make this month? Five? She ran through the cities in her head; …
Bountiful Words, Beautiful World 