tears in the rain
I'm tired.
I know, shock and surprise, but it's true.
Like the kind of tired where I can't go to bed because it's too far away and I think I'll stay here, in my chair and type and hope someone comes looking for me to help me walk down the hall.
Turn off the lights.
All that.
Sometimes living in a burning building is hard.
I know, shock and surprise, but it's true.
Like the kind of tired where I can't go to bed because it's too far away and I think I'll stay here, in my chair and type and hope someone comes looking for me to help me walk down the hall.
Turn off the lights.
All that.
Sometimes living in a burning building is hard.
posted by Auntie Pooh @ 2:06 AM
2 Comments:
At 9:04 AM,
p said…
*hugs tight*
At 9:35 AM,
Moma Sue said…
If I were there I would help you down the hall and turn off the lights. You are my precious baby. I love you and am so very proud of you
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