My writing sounds often kiddy
giddy, overly silly, with corn over cheese.
Corn over cheese! The best you can get...you know you're not funny when you have to explain the joke.
Well, hristos vaskres anyway.
Today was easter. Although I woke up to Sunday. I woke up to mumbling.
I woke up to the most intelligent words.
Where the vain ones don't even know what they are.
Although some comprehensible could be comprehended...
Potty.
I carried her to the bathroom.
Wakes me up in the middle of the night twice.
The second was morning but I didn't realize it.
Her smile just makes me want to
forget it's Sunday. Or Easter.
Or a day. A day of the week. A day of the month. A month.
What is that?
Love.