The part of me
pessimistic
inclined to the worst case
because hope hurts so fucking much
understands.
i see all the "nopes," the "can't"s, the never works.
That back part of me
the unquenchable child
the hopeful one
the one who never shuts
up
no matter what
no matter how badly things are going
or what's been said to quench hope
All she sees is the looks
the touches
the pet names
the caring.
And all she can feel is hope.
eh?
- tuckling
- now moved to a very small town west of "Oz upon the Oconee." we have become house owners, and my job has a long title that i can never remember. i am married to the most amazing man in existence, own (or am owned by; we haven't figured that one out yet) four cats, who allow us to share their house space in return for noms, litter box scoops, and love. They are (in order of age) S'qweek, the Attack Cat; Harlequin, the Drooler; Tyr, aka Awkward Cat (he likes to watch you. always. while you're peeing, while you're in the shower, any time he can make things more awkward by showing up, there he is!); and last but not least, Baby, the Tiny One. we have a housemate named Nick who lives with us along with HIS cat Tigger, so in spite of living in a 3 bedroom 2 bathroom house, we're just a bit crowded. we do, however, have a lovely big basement and separate garage with workshop space, so life is okay!
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