holding hands in pockets suicide note signed with salt water taffy this book is a tearjerker and soon there will be no more fingers interlaced hidden from sight
just by reading the back jacket cover i already see the ending.
i have temporarily misplaced denver. but somehow i have found it again. i need to go to the airport to pick it up. but soon i will be reunited with home.
nights like this wishing i had one-too-many sleeping pills. or a closet to crawl into. down comforter wrapped around torso. and sleep - curled up in a ball on the floor. clothes hanging idly above my head. nights like this one-too-many sleeping pills could become my almost-cure for sleeping alone.