Facebook Shout Out 5 minutes ago:
My hotel room. My shopping. My bottle of wine. My little bed. A table for two, Me and my handcarry stuff. Sitting quietly in a small airport with fresh hot choc'late, a bottle of coke lyte, this laptop, nice easy listening, Hinder's Lips of An Angel. I'm so used to being Alone. I love it (I dunno if that's good or bad) :). Am not sure how far I'm going to last. But it's been five years ...
... my other garden ;)
About Me
- Irma
- I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
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