my core
is a sponge
full of sorrow
saturated
dripping wet
with
sorrow
heavy
dense
with sorrow
wishing
wanting
to be wrung
dry.
i really love this inking of mine (i did not care for yesterday’s.)
i do not love feeling this immense sadness. “doing it alone is no fun,” i told someone after lamenting not being able to fix a dripping faucet.
day whatever at madness manor, i went to the “restore” to shop for flooring & plumbing for my once & future kitchen. then i realized that i was surely going to buy the wrong thing if i tried to buy anything. i had no idea what i was doing.
so i sat down & cried in a comfy chair. then i bought said comfy chair & went home.
home restoration is going especially slowly at madness manor.
ps. happy birthday to me xo
Yes. Happy birthday to you. It doesn’t have to look like everyone else’s idea of right or wrong or proper. This is your life. And it’s a beautiful life. Hugs my friend.
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thank you! xo
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