July 1987 Something is coming. I'm not sure what it is. Dad had a big white bed set-up in our room last week. By "our", I mean "their" room. I'm three and a half (THE HALF IS IMPORTANT!) years old and I don't see why I need the pink room next to my Mommy's. That… Continue reading Bottle Me Up #4: Big
April 2012, 1am, a grotty little office cubicle A nameless face to think I see To sit and watch the waves with me till they're gone A heart I'd swear I'd recognize is Made out of my own devices Could I be wrong? Sara Bareilles pretty much scored the last three years. Right now, this… Continue reading Bottle Me Up #3: One
June 2017 Every single person on the beach is facing west ward. I used to prefer sunrises to sunsets. Sunrises were orange, blue, and yellow. I used to greet them while driving to work. I grew up in a household of early risers, which was more because of necessity than virtue. We lived 20km… Continue reading Bottle Me Up #2: Pink
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