Where are you, Baby? Still somewhere choosing your words carefully, I presume? There's a hole here in this big house. It feels even bigger than normal. There are things I'd like to do with you. I'd like to cook an extravagant dinner with you, music playing, and candles burning. I'd like to argue debate pointless & … Continue reading Things I Would Like To Do . . .
Sleep. More sleep. To eat meals when I'm hungry. To see the way you look at me sometimes. But just...all the time. Your arms around me. Someone to tell me it's going to be alright. To know there's a reason and a rhyme for how I ended up here, heart so tired and broken.