Sunday, June 19, 2005
At times the hurt binds me. I sit for days reading blogs and looking for random items on ebay, searching for satisfaction in empty environments. I don’t care if Luc is exhausted with work; I want to replace my sorrow with sex. I want him to lie on me so I’m covered with something else. But it attacks me when I’m weak and in my sleep it taunts me with the lies and repeated rejections. So I stay awake, attached and soothed by the smell of my sleeping son by my side.
posted by kazumi at 2:29 am
1 Comments:
what have i missed? i've skimmed the site . . . your pics are good . . . why so deeply blue?