Blink. Blink. Blink. I see the cursor waiting for me to say something "About Me." What about me. Blink. Blink. Blink. There it goes again. Waiting to see what pops up on the screen through my fingers and into permanence here for all to see. "About Me."
Not necessarily a writer, more of a dabbler or wanderer. Wanderer of the mind, that's it. Mother. Computer coder. Design hack. Tall. Very, very tall. Blink. Blink. Blink.
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Dec 10, 2014 06:09PM
I DiesWide awake and texting. Texting is the only way he likes it, so texting it is. She texts her thoughts and fears to keep the hope alive. The hope that binds. The hope that will always betray. H...View all Conversations
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I Dies
Wide awake and texting. Texting is the only way he likes it...so texting it is. She texts her thoughts and fe...