Wednesday, March 12, 2014


Fuck! I can't sleep. I need to take a cold shower or I'm gonna go fucking crazy.

    After showering I rummage through my closet and grab my box of old photos I’ve saved over the years. I reach for the picture of me and Marty; we were at the beach, cuddling, smiling - so young. Looking at her beautiful, soft features - radiant smile, I knew, without a doubt, she was the love of my life. Keeping the photo in my hand, I sit outside on my deck and continue to gaze at the picture. There is no way I can get through this night without thinking of her.