Outpour

There are words in my head.
All the time.
At all times.
Words, thoughts, and ideas and more words.

They swim around
in an abyss.

Thoughts, drowning
Some never to re-surface.

Ideas erupting
but never to fruition.

The effort of putting them down,
its draining.

So they stay inside
creating havoc in every small occasion.

Disappointment

What good is a boyfriend if he don't cuddle you in bed.

A day older and none the wiser. Such is life. We live our childhood striving towards a magical stage that is yet to come. You grow up and get to know that there is no such thing. We're as clueless at 26 as we are at 6, and I'm pretty sure, even when we're sixty!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEE!!!