…from the clouds that surronds us; dark and blue
hearts poured out…
I woke up with a terrible pain today, my breast has been aching all day. Yes! You read right, my breast! Now I’m so scared of weaning my daughter in the near future. I’m one of those few who produces too much breast milk and end up selling or donating them to hospitals and women …
She walked up to me one of those days while the football tournament was ongoing and right there in front of everyone said she knew I was sleeping with Kish and that’s why I had the nerve to shield him from everyone
Firstly, with no disclaimers I’m going to say it; On-Air Personalities have a shitty salary scale. I said it, it’s out there!
I was told I could have hypothyroidism, oh no, probably endometritis or no wait, the scans said multiple uterine fibroids and my pregnancy test all came back negative but she was in there some
I had him exactly where I wanted him… tamed! Pants down, arms stretched out on the couch, his head thrown back in tired amazement! He’s been blown beyond redemption, no one, nothing could save him now!
Today has a face; bearded resolve, frantic and zestful merges with the boisterous gears of action
My ravenous urge to catch a glimpse of her cleavage - it's heavy I know, it weighs probably more than chains can hold, I ponder how they cling to her body as she leans back to take off her blouse...
In the shade of the unknownGrows a tree of doubtRight outside our houseOn fantasy Island, in the bay of dreamsDaddy pays it no mindMommy walks past it every TuesdayHer favorite route Each night it comes out to playShaking it leaves, dancing to inaudible tonesOur neighbors are asleep tooThey are not born of the nights call …
“Julz I’m sorry, I did not know. She was unexpected, I messed up your sheets, I’m so ashamed.” These were the words I could muster but he wasn’t disgusted, angry or sad, he just kept smiling.
Bloom, gloom, ups and downs Drills, bills, life at times It’s tormenting, frustrating, infuriating It attempts to snatch your life, steal your soul and bore you a hole A vacuum nothing is big enough to fill A journey to which there’s no end A dream to which there’s no reality For, for every desk that …
...from the clouds that surronds us; dark and blue 