kyledeeadkins
"Whoa!"
He shot off the toilet and struggled to buckle his jeans. He had it. The idea that would save everyone. If he can keep it from Janet long enough, maybe he'd have a shot.
The thread that tied the two together stretched and ached. It had been tested to its limits. They both hung on for dear life, waiting for the snap.
i trusted her. i thought, "they're just friends. she would never betray me like that."
i learned my lesson.
i chose to move. i chose to be apart. now i'm left with the feelings of twisting, churning in my stomach.
I was in a gym today. We were tearing down our set, and my cast mate was chatting with some high schoolers. the kids were tossing a baseball. mike seemed to be living through them for a second. remembering his high school days, giving them tips. "keep your shoulder down."
"Figure it out," she said.
He stared blankly.
"Where do I begin?" he thought.
almost happy
almost content
these damn afflictions, when they take over--kiss that bliss goodbye.