Gods help me....

Gods help me....

I think I'm getting old. I'm losing stuff important to me like my phone and my gameboy (yipes!)

My dolls are still here.....Either I'm having a malas streak or a gremlin is out to get me. Either way, make it go away.

The Trouble With Mornings....

The trouble with mornings is that

I sit here with an invisible cup of coffee in my hands.

I wait and listen as

A single leaf, brown and rough

Falls at my feet.

I wait and listen

But your voice never comes

Until I close my eyes and dream again.