Staring At The Sun

After everything you’ve done
You’re still staring at the sun
But the light it never comes
Unless your mask is acting dumb?

© Delia Ross. 2020

OMG my week has been super busy, and I miss you when I can’t blog! I have been writing poetry though, just mostly by hand and I haven’t uploaded any of it to the digital realm yet. Yesterday another Patron joined my writing campaign and I am so grateful for you!!! ❤❤❤ It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside! I’m super exhausted but I took a few snaps for you. Hopefully Sunday I can catch up on blogging, I miss yous!!!! Did anyone else stare at the sun as a kid? I did, until it made me cry, and then I think I did it probably a few more times because I thought it was so beautiful I’d go blind for it? Or I like pain? Or was hoping for a fast death? Ehhh vampire….

OMG I am knackered and will be going down with the sun….
I may be petite but my heart is big
Do guys still care about that stuffs?
I am super tired even tho I’m sipping on coffee like a mother’s tit…
I’ve had two Chiropractic adjustments this week and feel like I have a new spine.
I do stupid shitz but maybe I have a chance to live a few more years now…
My hair is past my tits now except I still have 1/4 of my head growing back its hairs after a razor was put to it. It’s about as long as my tiny pinky finger now. I don’t even know what to do with all the hair I already have. It’s SO HOTTTTTTTT and heavy and I’m constantly pulling my head. I’m sitting on it even in ponytails. Rolling over in bed is a nightmare. And if the wind blows with my hair down it’s a nightmare. I can’t drive with my hair and windows down unless I want to eat my hair. Long hair is basically a nightmare. If my hair is down and I’m wearing lipstick, it’s guaranteed to stick on me. My prince better effing show up, I’m sick of kissing frogs…

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I now go to bed with the crows and get up with the roosters just like my memaw once did…
She was an amazing woman and taught me everything I know… her name was Sybil and she always told me I was her favorite grandbaby. I miss her so much.
You guys are all I have. Grateful for you. I’d be alone otherwise.

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