Darling day 14.
A day to sit in front of the computer and stare.
And stare some more and wonder: is this where it all comes crashing down?
Is this the day the tank that once was full drizzles to a dripping halt?
The day this brain of mine says:
I feel we’ve reached a point in our relationship where we can be honest about things.
Honest about the good.
Honest about the bad.
And honest about the very, very bad.
This is very, very bad.
And it’s not to say that I don’t have any plans for this darling blog of mine.
Oh no. They’re there, alright.
Tucked up my sleeve, waiting for the perfect day to reveal themselves to me.
The thing is— This. Is not that day.
Today, the brain says: NO.
That’s got to be a little darling in itself, right?