New trache, yet again, yay!
In the morning, I get another fresh trache. I’m definitely not nervous, and for a change. I’m definitely not depressed. The drugs are going to hit me, and I’ll fall asleep happy.
I’ll fall asleep thinking about friends who have helped me feel like my old self again. I’ll fall asleep thinking about a woman with gorgeous brown eyes, thinking about the way she looks at me, how much I really do love her. Her, so smart, so beautiful. Her kiss, something better than any drug I’ll get in the morning.
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