Saturday, October 19, 2013



Porch light is on.

Key's under the mat.

There's food in the fridge and clean sheets on the bed.

Wake me in the morning.


There's good days and dizzy days and pain days.

Like the weather.

It changes.

I'm tired.

I can use a story to pass the time.

I can use telling a story to pass the time as well.

I need to sleep.

A place to lay my head.

Someone to watch over me.

If you only knew how much I needed a conversation.




1 comment:

  1. I really do hope to hear from Newt. She is an awesome writer. ....