He scares easily. It makes him so angry at me. And his head spins around. Just like the exorcist and I. Find it ever so hard to resist his cries. . But there's nothing more sadistic than an infant.
Standing in the doorway of my life in this house. Trying to find a way to get out looking for a sign. That I should open the door. This craziness is getting me down.
Mom? are you there? are you sleeping? I'm so bummed. Maybe if I sing a little song you'll pick up. Sometimes I'm so afraid of my heart. Of it's constant hunger for whatever it is it wants.
A terrible thought has moved into my mind. Like an unwanted room-mate drunk on wine. It feeds on my happiness won't pay the rent. I must take proper measures to evict it.