The Obvious Invisible
It feels like lately I'm narrowly avoiding disaster at every turn. I'd like to find a road to stay on. 6 a.m. is better than 3 a.m. Especially when he comes to bed, and takes me in his arms. Hours of hurt...that even knowing 6 a.m. would would arrive...wouldn't help. More death in my parking space today...and I'm feeling jealous of ghosts. His ghosts. Her. Their ghosts. I parked next to our fence when I came back today. Away from the muddy pools of blood. We'll both miss Mr. J. I guess now, we... Sign in to see full entry.