Woke up crying last night Dreaming about you How you’re never there And how i never hear from you
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I Quit
Went back to work last Sunday. There wasn’t much to do, Amanda was at her friends house playing with their new Christmas toys and the apartment was clean. Cindy, my boss, made me some food. Usually it’s the other way around but it was still my day off. I hadn’t eaten,”Eat! I don’t want none… Continue reading I Quit
Venting: Chapter 4
I’m tempted to pick up the phone and tell them that I’m not coming in to work today. But I can’t chicken out. I can’t allow myself to go down that road again. You would’ve thought I’d learned my lesson last semester.
the Dome
Birds were singing in the damned jungle as we were walking since three days and three nights. Our steps were following us in silence and i was before him. “One more time” he said, as the sun was going down “Tell me again how in which place we will go”
A Cutters Roots and Cycle.
I’ve not used this particular account in a long time. I promise, my writing has improved somewhat. I’m going to tell you about a semi-painfull period I went through and am still dealing with.
The Compass Rose
They walked with a purpose to their step. Some unknown secret behind every movement, some darker knowledge that shows through their lighter eyes. The man sitting at the table in front of them bows his head over his cup of coffe, as they walk to him he does not notice.