| Ches is grateful |
Dean is okeys
i can still listen to music
my stuffed animals are still huggable and willing to slow dance
xanga is free
…for warm blankets that soothe you to sleep when your mind refuses to
*great friends around the corner, around the turnpike, around 76W.
for “sherby” my cellphone
i can see the tree outside my window from my bed
for coffee and clam chowder
i don’t bite my nails anymore
i kept a couple of love letters just for who knows why
for sweatpants, and zippered sweatjackets
when someone in a crowded room yells “marchesa”, i know he/she is referring to only me.
God loves me.