Graphing Ilnesses

I really wanna care.  I wanna feel somethin’.  Let me dig a little deeper… nah, still nothin’.  My give a damn’s busted.
What’s been going on over the past 12 days?  Let’s see….  Not much. 
Work, school, and being very sick. 
Emma’s left ear drum ruptured this past Tuesday.  She ran a 104.3 fever and could not [...]

4 Comments »Filed under: The good old daysPosted on February 27th, 2005

Rest

Let me rest witin your presence, clinging tight to the comfort of your peace.
I’m comfortable in this place, it was such an easy transition. 
I wish I had hope for it to last.  I wish I didn’t distrust him in this area.  He’s going to have to prove himself to me, and he knows this. 
No matter [...]

No Comments »Filed under: The good old daysPosted on February 15th, 2005

Letters Between Friends

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I’ve slept, showered, and put on lotion, and somehow, I can still smell you on my skin, in my hair, your breath still mixed in my own.  I can still feel your fingers brushing my face deliverately and lightly.  I can still feel the heat of your body…. it’s trapped inside my own. 
I love [...]

4,661 Comments »Filed under: The good old daysPosted on February 13th, 2005

Give It Up

“Oh girl, remember what your knees are for…” 
I’m so tired of fighting.  I’m exhausted. 
I’m tired of fighting with Mark, with my brother, with my daughter with myself, with life.  I’m wiped out.
All of this today, after feeling so good last night.  Feeling so sexy, beautiful, content, warm… safe. 
I want to feel his arms around me [...]

3 Comments »Filed under: The good old daysPosted on February 12th, 2005

What Brings

“There’s a restlessness growing.  Growing somewhere in my spirit, in my mind.”  She told him this as they sat, drinking hot tea with a touch of milk, two sugars.  They’d met, this final time, to say their goodbye’s before words failed them both.  And in the end, “Goodbye” never came.  It was simply a peck [...]

33 Comments »Filed under: The good old daysPosted on February 6th, 2005

Guess Who?

Okay, let me first say, I’m grouchy.  No, not your ordinary grouchy, but more like “How in the hell do you multiply fractions again?” grouchy.  I was up soooo late working on my homework, the same damn lesson all night, and still haven’t made much progress.  Why did I stay up so late you ask?  [...]

No Comments »Filed under: The good old daysPosted on February 4th, 2005