the object is to keep your balls on the table and knock everybody elses off

catefrances

she listens to the rain gently falling on the roof and thinks of what her life is like and what she is doing now. drinking frangelico out of a plastic dora the explorer glass and watching a movie she has seen endless times before. there are no clean glasses in the house. the children are asleep, her daughter in her bed shrouded by multi coloured fairy lights. the spark inside her flickers, then flares and is then extinguished upon spent dreams. so many thoughts run through her head she cant cope with it all the time. when it gets the better of her she tries to destroy herself, but has yet to completely succeed. Oh what a happy day when she does. she thinks of the books she hasn’t read, the music shes yet to hear. the grand children she has yet to meet. she thinks of her children growing older without her. and her blue eyed grand daughter who lights her life with just her being. she thinks of places visited and places yet to be visited. she thinks of standing in the heart of damascus, of being in awe of stonehenge and being where dracula came ashore in england. she dreams of ancient trees and an endless sky. of being alone in the most populated cities on earth and not feeling lonely. she thinks of lovers past and future partners. she thinks to be alone is alright and when she needs something, that need will be met. she dreams when she is awake and thinks when she is asleep. she doesn’t understand but she will play the soundtrack loud!

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