Lost Love Lust

Tags: lonely life

• withers & defiance.

  She sits down and without a moments end the tears of utter frustration bewilder her young skin. Foolhardiness makes its home, the absence of desire. Well known fact it is, that something is there, eating away at her soul. The fake facade of smiles and happiness is getting old and worn out, harder and harder to [...]

• moon walk.

  Funky dancing to “Billie Jean” by Michael Jackson, she sings like nobody is watching. Sliding dirty socks across the wood floors, she moonwalks her way to the espresso machine. This is epic.  Throwing a piece of ham on a hot slice of toast, she rock stars her way to the couch. Dust arises as she strategically dances [...]

• seeing double.

  There are a couple things in this life that are horrible, perhaps not having legs, or not being able to hear, but the one I would say is the worst is being alone. Is this a rant? Yes. It fucking is. Dont like it? Dont read it. I suppose there are certain moments in life [...]

• page #120.

  The lonely life consumes her. Perfect habitat for this growing creature. Local library visit ⧣241,here we go. Step one, step two. Tip toe her way to “the corner” A carefully thought out spot where no one could see,hear,or disturb her. Oh yes, please do open your books to page 120. Word by word, page by [...]