“are you angry at me?” “no … just … feel numb”   Happy 7th. We’ve made it.


I hurt You hurt I hurt You Hurt Me You Hurt me I hurt You hurt I hurt you You hurt me We hurt We don’t talk       Fight, goddamn it. Fight. Fight through your pain and hurt feelings and bruised ego and all that’s left of your self-preservation. Against all odds, because … Continue reading Hurt

Permission to be happy

She was doing that half smile thing, her lips curling up and down at the same time, the way - she’s noticed in the mirror - that looked most cute on her. She looked up at him and lowered her eyes, the movement repeating a few times while the smile trembled on her lips. “Permission … Continue reading Permission to be happy

She made it to her room

She made it to her room, still dry faced, all of maybe ten steps across the landing from his room to her own. She put down her book, tablet and mobile, and felt her vision blurring as she turned. The bed came naturally, her only warm solace in her always below desired temperature room. The … Continue reading She made it to her room