Because I am never good at beginnings, I write words that never make it from my mind to my mouth. They slither to hide under my tongue, like medicine I pretend to swallow, as I speak words that are mine but never came from me.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
20 - Waiting for Cinderella
I am forever thankful that Tinker isn't into taking out his frustrations on shoes. My sneakers and flats are safe.
Although he does have a tendency to use my shoes as pillows.
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