stretches from this computer chair...to the garden outside my apartment's door. A kingdom I rarely leave anymore. It is a kingdom ruled by a pauper, or more appropriately a pauper's tears. Its trumpets are those of the pain of unbearable loneliness, hopelessness and despair. And like all earthly kingdoms...this kingdom, too...must have its' end!
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I have been here before, a long long time ago and now I am back.Forgive me for not just saying what I want to say,even under a triple dose of antidepressants it is still raw and seeping and I am hesitant at revealing it as at least under the bandages around my heart I don,t have to look at how raw and wounded.My child was cleaved from my heart by his own actions. my child of ten,turning eleven...
theatre and I are there already. I'm having a very berry tea with crackers, cheese and cherry tomatoes and she's having a joint with some beer and we're both on really comfy recliners on thick pile carpet. we need some help with the decor if anyone is around??