jetta

I am not as of yet sure with what method of communication I feel like sharing some sorted piece
of myself through....
And the lighting on your end could be a shadow to me when this image is grasped. But the colors are
their just the same...
Pale fleshy limbs, a ruby twisted smile, orange and pink intestins nestled deep and painfully in between two black and cancerus mass ridden kidney houses... The thickening blood slows my gestures and mannages to sooth the anxiety, though
my heart beats anxiously on..cold grey green eyes
that gaze endlessly on from beyond their coffin like lids to capture all that will be missed...
He holds me as I laid ungulating in a ball and repeatedly offers an outing to the hospital, All I can think of; is that his birthday visits soon...
and what kind of party can I throw for him in a hospital bed.....