Flash Back
I was lulling myself to sleep after a day of dissappointment, caused by nothing in particular but hope for a good day... and then i was awaken, by my love.
...rolled over, and tryed to re-attain that state of peace... you know how you keep yourself in that state just before sleep, just a little longer, to feel like a baby again? i do.
now it is 4:11 and i have to be up by 8am. All the little things are biting and throbbing. Mostly the ones that aren't there... yet. the yet is what keeps my lungs from emploding during the heavy silenced sobbs.
I'm okay. My mind is strong but my body is trying to sell me a different story.
My womb is tearing itself apart again, the moon is in place... and its in the strangest of moments, during this time, that i wish it wouldnt. I wish it would stay. Perhaps its my addiction to the morose... perhaps, or it could be what is commonly reffered to as post truamatic stress syndrome. im in no mood for technicalities... or spelling.
A lot of good things have happened. But i cant think of them all just now. Or find the words to express them whole-heartedly.
i wish my aunt suzanne was singing me to sleep, and giving me warm milk, tucking me in and filling my head with hope, and fairy tales. I wish life was magical again.
...rolled over, and tryed to re-attain that state of peace... you know how you keep yourself in that state just before sleep, just a little longer, to feel like a baby again? i do.
now it is 4:11 and i have to be up by 8am. All the little things are biting and throbbing. Mostly the ones that aren't there... yet. the yet is what keeps my lungs from emploding during the heavy silenced sobbs.
I'm okay. My mind is strong but my body is trying to sell me a different story.
My womb is tearing itself apart again, the moon is in place... and its in the strangest of moments, during this time, that i wish it wouldnt. I wish it would stay. Perhaps its my addiction to the morose... perhaps, or it could be what is commonly reffered to as post truamatic stress syndrome. im in no mood for technicalities... or spelling.
A lot of good things have happened. But i cant think of them all just now. Or find the words to express them whole-heartedly.
i wish my aunt suzanne was singing me to sleep, and giving me warm milk, tucking me in and filling my head with hope, and fairy tales. I wish life was magical again.