Another Layer

Dearest lover, Do you remember that first night in mid July On the cusp of what was to come As we lay beneath the oaks Or maples?

I am everything.

I finished “Misery” by Stephen King and if it says anything, I dropped “Insomnia” to pick up this quicker read. 300 pages instead of 800 feels like a breeze.

Who’s gonna tell you when It’s too late Who’s gonna tell you things Aren’t so great.

How do I continue living normally when you’re intentionally not responding to me?

I finished reading “Homesick For Another World” which feels a bit like a precursor to “My Year of Rest and Relaxation.”

As the drop of water falls from the gray sky and lands on my cheek, I remember how to cry while I return to that moment in the blue, top down, as we soared, sails filled with the wind on our backs.

Will you hold me forever, and keep the porch light on for me?

Not everyone is going to understand you.

Floating on the cusp of Autumn, I glide along the river-walk way in the dress you got me, but I never wore.

Oh, girlhood.

CW spoilers Well, I'm a bit of a loss for words.

And the tears still emit from beneath my eyelids regardless of them being shut as I fall into a joyless slumber I awake every now and then trying desperately to not recapture the memories that lay stifled in my brain but I can't escape them My dreams are…

To set the scene this morning, I woke up from a dream where I was having sex with [REDACTED].

I’m just feeling a bit exhausted.

Hi Nala, I miss you more than I ever thought I might.

Well, two more bite the dust.

Just a brief, chatty blog post for today on the past few days.

And you, as we found out Were not in your right mind There’s no more chasing rainbows and hoping for an end to them Their arches are illusions, solid at first glance But then you try to touch them And there’s nothing to hold on to The colors used to lure…