I know I'm getting stressed out with work, hilo, hunger, and the absence of nicotine + alcohol in my system because
my boy is back in town. (I've cyber-confessed this before.)
Here he is, willing the wounds in my gums to come together.

Here he is, telling me to relax, that everything will be all right, I got this.

Here he is, shedding a tear for me because I have another week of buying food from the drugstore.

You'll have to forgive this kulot child. Sometimes when I get up from a chair or the bed I'm all a-spin-a-win.
No comments:
Post a Comment