sunday secrets


Just when i think I see the the light, I seem to fuck it up again.

“I’ll wake up one night,
in a big empty bed.
my hands grope for the light
my hands grope for my head.
the world is my oyster
the road is my home
and I know that I am better off alone”

One Response to “sunday secrets”

  1. motherofbun Says:

    How are you? How’s the little man?

    Just was checking in to see hwo your event went. I thought about you last week but was incredibly busy with a project I soon plan to blog about. (A cousin of the hubby’s was told last Sunday she has about a week left. She has cancer and I was trying to put together a little project to send her support and strength.

    So I missed wishing you a great time. Am very, very sorry.

    How was it?

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