She

I see between the sheets.

Silhouettes of you and me.

A fine line for eyes to see.

Of movements only you and I can breathe.

We don’t even need these sheets.

The night air is safe to see.

As our bodies cling between.

And memories are made with me.

-OM

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@smokendust

My Daily

We have a situation.

This little reading timer keeps going off at 8 pm every night on the dot. Here I’ll show the culprit.

One might think you could press the mode button and remedy the situation.

One might think that…

None of those buttons do anything to stop the timer coming back on the next night! I’ve pressed everything! There’s only four fucking buttons!

So I was just going to take the battery out but nope..

Some little elf with miniature hands (if being an elf wasn’t bad enough) put these damn things in and none of my fifty two screw drivers fit. Not even the special one for the bathtub handles.

What’s the hammer for?

I’m gonna solve this fucking problem.

Once and for all.

-Opinionated Man

@smokendust

Personal (I’ll edit later)

There are few places you feel secure. Home has many names and changes names. My home, where I live, is one of the only places I feel secure. With my family, with myself. It’s my castle against the world and outside, nothing matters. I can let whatever it is that is resting on my shoulders down and for me that’s a big thing. I’m not saying I have a perfect life in these walls, no one has that. But at least I have those I care about inside with me and I know those I love are safe. It’s a security I don’t take for granted when you’ve lived as I have.

-Opinionated Man

@smokendust

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