I miss you still. I keep replaying these old memories of you in my head. Dialogue. Smiles. “Bye, James.” “Bye, Gwen.” It makes my heart hurt. Ache. Wrench. I miss your smile. If I could just see you smile again it would mean the world to me. I wish I could talk to you. I … Continue reading Uncomfortable.
Mondays are hard. We all know and understand the shrinking, just stay in bed feeling we get when the alarm jerks us from our all too short sleep. It hurts. The school to do. The work to commute to. The towels to be washed. And the bathrooms to be swept. That sickeningly sweet sunshine seeping … Continue reading mondays are hard.
ᴇɪɢʜᴛᴇᴇɴ ʟᴜsᴄɪᴏᴜs, sᴄʀᴜᴍᴘᴛɪᴏᴜs ғʟᴀᴠᴏʀs-- ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ, ʟɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ, ᴄᴏғғᴇᴇ, ᴘᴜᴍᴘᴋɪɴ, ғᴜᴅɢᴇ-ʙᴀɴᴀɴᴀ, ᴄᴀʀᴀᴍᴇʟ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏʏsᴇɴʙᴇʀʀʏ. ʀᴏᴄᴋʏ ʀᴏᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴀsᴛᴇᴅ ᴀʟᴍᴏɴᴅ, ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀsᴄᴏᴛᴄʜ, ᴠᴀɴɪʟʟᴀ ᴅɪᴘ, ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀ-ʙʀɪᴄᴋʟᴇ, ᴀᴘᴘʟᴇ ʀɪᴘᴘʟᴇ, ᴄᴏᴄᴏɴᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴄʜᴀ ᴄʜɪᴘ, ʙʀᴀɴᴅʏ ᴘᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴄᴜsᴛᴀʀᴅ, ᴇᴀᴄʜ sᴄᴏᴏᴘ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ, sᴍᴏᴏᴛʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ᴛᴀʟʟᴇsᴛ ɪᴄᴇ-ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴄᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛᴏᴡɴ, ʟʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ (sɴɪғғ) ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ.