Feb 19, 2011
Posted by Kitishane on Feb 19, 2011 in Uncategorized | 0 comments
I found a link to another funny website tonight, and decided to check it out; You know how I love to laugh! All was well until I stumbled across this post:
I started crying, like I find myself doing quite often still. I miss you so much. The last year I had with you, while trying, was one of the best years you and I ever had. It was like the old you was back, the you before Mimi died, before you took up drinking, before you let it cut us from your life. I would give anything to have one more day with you, to hear your crazy stories of growing up in Zanesville, or how life was back when you were a cop.
Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you. Not a day goes by that I don’t want to hear your voice one last time, or that I don’t wish we could watch one more football game together. You, for all the good and the bad, were a father to me, when my own father couldn’t be bothered. You took me to father daughter dances, you instilled the right level of terror in my dates by “accidentally” cleaning your shot gun on the kitchen table when they came to pick me up. YOU were my Papa.
Mar 31, 2010
Posted by Kitishane on Mar 31, 2010 in Uncategorized | 3 comments
I couldn’t help but giggle!
Mar 29, 2010
Posted by Kitishane on Mar 29, 2010 in Uncategorized | 2 comments
Pardon the influx of backdated posts. I’ve been going back through some of my older journals and copying over anything that really stood out. I think I’m finally done, so any posts from this point forward should be new thoughts, straight from my not so conventional brain. Thanks for your patience!
Mar 27, 2010
Posted by Kitishane on Mar 27, 2010 in Friends | 5 comments
So I got bored at lunch today and decided to “sext” Stephanie (her blog). Harry Potter never seemed so dirty… Enjoy the results of our insanity! (NSFW) (more…)
Apr 10, 2007
Posted by Kitishane on Apr 10, 2007 in Writing | 0 comments
Take a deep breath…
Take it all down…
Let the warmth consume you…
I opened the bottle for the first time tonight, hands caressing it’s familiar shape as a those of one longing for a lovers sweet caress after so many years without. Inviting the all familiar burn, like the fires of unbridled passion, I pushed the pain away, tossed back my head, and choked down the flames that threatened to undo me. And as though in a daze, I was lulled into a sense of serene complacency, urgency, the desire for more. My own personal time machine, I used this crystalline confidante to forget the pain, erase it from my memory, my soul, my heart, if only for a while.
How easy it is to overcome your emotions when you’ve got a deliquescent inhibition remover that is beckoning you on, further and deeper. Like everything else in this world, it is flawed, and it’s only a matter of time before the euphoria goes away, leaving you the vulnerable, cringing shell of the person you were before, ripping from you the familiar disconnect, the perfect absence, the sweet ecstasy that resides your head.
I will regret this loss in the morning, when I wake, to start my day anew, to face the harsh, cold reality of the world, outside of my liquid safe haven.
Let the warmth consume you…
Take it all down…
Take a deep breath…
