sing a song for me and lull me to sleep

had a recurring nightmare of sitting in the lounge
n thinking of people.
but no one came.

730am sleeps are not good for cindy.

i guess its still much better than those nights in the hospital.

sometimes you need to get messed up to buck up

my brain is saturated with theories and i have to cram everything in 1000 words.
words and words and words

words which hurt
words which heal
words which touch
words which tempt
words which linger
words words and more

i miss your voice
the deep rumble tone
my son, just do your best
then the sigh

if mr cat is all i have now
would you still be angry with me
i can't remember the memories much

but why can't the guilt fade
why can't i let go of wanting the past back.

i'm so fucked over now.and all i think of is my room
dear cindy would you forgive me if i exceed the 5 times limit