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| Death of a Rose |
at my new scars, freshly painted red and waiting for the masses, getting used to the life in this_new_age. Call me the baptized 66, the lonely poet creating small ripples. . |
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and I keep most of blathes in. I don't know if I did good or evil tonight. I called a good friend, so I thought, and was surprised when his wife answered. the gist of the conversation was that the marriage is not what it seems. She is unhappy, both personally and well, unfufilled..... I"m torn as this friend has helped me in times gone past....but her conversation this night is revealing. To the point of something gone bad. I am conflicted, this woman is dear to me and everyone around me, and my friend is and has been a lifeline. I know I am a fuckup waiting to self implode, he's a good friend not telling me important decisions, She is hurting and worried, about everything..... i am a friend to them both and i don't want this for them.... fucking hell... .. |
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