tarkis's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- changes must be made he called last night; the end result my sleep did not come easy. so eventually I ended in the cradle.. yet just before.. I smelled his scent.. him.. and felt his touch... his arms keeping me safe... I went into the safety of the cradle..and then there was another scent once again.. his scent of soap.. fresh from the shower. I am not sure I understand. There was so much I wanted to talk with him about... but couldn't because of something he said.. I withdrew.. retreated.. I guess I need to stay here... my feelings don't die.. don't change.. and the hurt still too real... too the same. the gods will be my guide.. my consul.. my hope.. my comfort. I will find my place to live by myself.. time is soon becoming important.. My Mom and brother leaving in just a few weeks I fear. My son going to college away in the fall. I will not live next door to the man that did stuff that nightmares are made of to the child within. I will die first. 6:14 a.m. - 2005-02-16 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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