"This is one of those stupid reoccurring nightmares. It is kind of hard to talk about." I say starting. "My father was an abusive father. That is why my brother left. He could not take me with him because he could not take care of me." I say. "Any way, in the dream my father is trying to kill me. The pain fills so real." I pause to wipe a tear from my eye. "That is pretty much it." I say.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
His caring eyes looks at me and wipe my tears. Without warning, I slowly lean in and kiss him. Realizing what I just did I pull away. "Sorry." I say. "I did not mean to do that."
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
I want to shake off the dust of this one-horse town. I want to explore the world. I want to watch TV in a different time zone. I want to visit strange, exotic malls...I want to live, Marge! Won't you let me live? — Homer Simpson