Eggnog drunk


About that time again

The sun will set

I’ll make my way to the fancy bar

I’ll pass the couples hand and hand almost skipping gayly due to the holiday magic in the air

I’ll wish we had that

I’ll wish I was more than that weekend crush

I’ll settle for the eggnog

then stagger to Mass.

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Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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