It is not a BAD idea. . . I could cook perhaps. . . Give my friends and family a dose of vegetables. I would need to think that through a lot, , , or just go to a Thai/Vietnamese restaurant.… Read the rest
TGI Friday
I need some space I guess.
It has been a pretty FULL ON few days.
Yesterday my home felt like it was situated somewhere completely different.
It felt like a different orientation, and in a different location.
We are moving objects through space now, are well?… Read the rest
adieu
Another, goodnight? How many goodnights are there?
I felt as though I wanted to see Mouse’s face. . . and
night night 🙂… Read the rest
99 luftballoons – Nena
Bonne Nuit . . . I feel softly sad in my deepest of hearts tonight. It is bittersweet. . . But my concentration is blurry. . . or fuzzy around the edges. . . i suppose I have just never felt quite so EXCITED for seeing someone.… Read the rest
night
Night night 🙂 Thank you for you 🙂 You are the bees knewwws, , , hehe lalala, , , that little mouse, , e, , hehe he cracks me up!! Haaaaaaahhhhhhh, , , rrarrarahr zzomm… Read the rest
a bit suss
I am not 100% convinced that there isn’t a friend here on these pages.
Some part of me feels like it is a waste of time and energy to engage with that possibility. Another part of me thinks it is good fun.… Read the rest
shifting sands
It is hard to know what to say.
My world has shifted.
And I am pretty sure I have no special friend to navigate the world with.
There may be other friends here. . . I am not so sure.
It is a bumpy landing from over three years of being shackled to this space.… Read the rest
dawning
The timing couldn’t be worse if I am honest.
Setting off into the sunrise with the knowledge that friendship I thought was around me is most likely simply an illusion.
It will be good, because when I have processed it I will be free of that weight in my soul.… Read the rest
The realness
I am beyond exhausted.
waves of anxiety have washed over me intermittently over the last few days.
Now, it becomes evident that the traffic across these blogs are bots and there is few real humans here, if at all.
so, I am free, I guess.… Read the rest
3:33
Mouse’s semi-absence has created a mixture of emotions as notable events often do, I suppose.
The first impression was a sense of quiet, a stillness that feels quite welcome. I feel like their absence lets my eyes focus on the exit sign.… Read the rest