Wake up, roll over, rub out the crusty eye's and put my feet on the floor. Cold, that is the temperature I feel, coffee is all I can think about. Girlfriend already up and sitting in the kitchen, her look tells me everything and nothing in one moment. Wonder how long the silence will be this good?
Kids, money, feelings, instability.
I push the button on the coffee machine, wait for the light with slight anxiety, the tension is palpably building. Her pure resentment feels like a knife, what have I done already? Kiss on her cheek, check, said good morning, check, nothing comes to mind on what it could be this morning.
Past, future, sex, job.
We exchange a few sentences, I take a shower, wide awake now. Start cleaning and doing what needs done. Explosion, we can't get past something, though what it is I shall never truly know.
Love, patience, caring, all seem gone.
Argument is inevitably progressing nowhere on either side, solitude seems the only solution, though more confrontation comes out of separation.
Exasperation, provocation, human.
Love twisted, love insatiable, love like a human.
Welcome to my blog, I post just the things that matter in my life. I am currently working on two projects which will be posted to everyday. The first is my auto biography, which most people who know me say is quite intense and unique. I am also going to be posting excerpts from my first novels rough draft up until I finish and publish the entire work.
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