It’s 2:34 am..
And desperately wanting someone to come home.
El’s off galavanting in Wollongong and the parental s are off on a very due holiday.
Im here in Albury, Its not fun hermiting when im so used to having people in my shell.
I cant stop reading these truly sad stories and they are making me think..
If im getting so affected by these little tales from people so far away in worlds that may never even relate then maybe inside it would help if i shared my blues with the big wide web.
So i do..
He is so brave and dauntless when adapting to the same conversation hes made year after year-now to find hes no longer speaking of the past but again the future.
Engaged yet again in a fight with this affliction, never knowing at what hour his healthy embrace will turn to be a familiar cold cadaverous sink.
He knows what its like and he never stops contending against it. Hero like is he.
It’s back.. & he knows it.
We know it.
I Adore you Papa.
Sorry (little vent).
I hope we go to hell and back. But first you must laugh and have this conjugal joyous affair with your amazing wife. Come back to us safe and sound. All of you.
Love Soph, your cherib. (Sushibear)
Who you cant make laugh enough.
I cant stop whalin’ on this Amarrzing little story.
Your zodiac sign may have changed..
Dabbled amongst the cider last night. No complaints.