stringdstories

 

 when you are woven into a nest,
untangling the branches can be harder then letting go and falling into place.
i will not stay put.

i feel like my junk is a plunged toilet.

 

 lately i feel like a melted snowman in the ice cold winter.

i love my best friend alxxxxxxx.
 

 i'm in a  naked bed.

i think i need some time to relocate the house in mind. 

 my kids will never get to hear stories like you can tell.
they will always be the 'others.'

i'm in a cicle bound by horse glue made of baby feti with leftover lentil soup.
mmmmm.
but i'm glad to have such good friends at ccs:]

i found it fitting to get a new lj since i was starting a new chapter in my  life, so here we go.
currently i_am_dboi, now stringdstories.

this journal will be private thank you!