My journal which holds all my Abysmal thoughts Mysterious feelings Cabalistic poetry Sketchy stories Who do you wake up next to? On some mornings, I wake up next to the love of my life. She purrs in her sleep. She wakes up and her eyes are the first windows I open in the morning. On other mornings, I wake up next to a yesterday I shed. Sometimes it takes the whole morning to get out of that skin. __
