Can I ask you a question Little One?Can you hear me?Can I ask you a question Little One? by NollaEnkeli
Little One, inside of me, floating in your own world.
I need to know, are you afraid?
Are you as scared as I am of the future to come or are you completely unaware as of yet?
I know soon you will be able to hear the outside world and shortly after your memories will begin.
Will you cower in your safe bubble when you hear every negative doubt spouting out of the mouths around you or will you help boost my confidence to hold you with pride?
Little One, do you trust me?
Dearest fetusDearest fetus,Dearest fetus by NollaEnkeli
where to even begin?
I am your vessel, your protection against the outside world.. I am unsure if I am strong enough for this task.. Can I keep you safe from those out to hurt you? Should I even try? I know that I am not ready, but in the end who is prepared for parenthood?
How do I explain to you that my instintual movement was the dialing of an abortion clinic when the two pink lines appeared on that piss filled dip stick? How am I supposed to tell you that I love you when it's barely settled in that you are real..
I haven't had much time to think about you, about us, about our future.. with everything that has been happening. I am sure you can feel it, part of me has been terrified that my emotions will kill you anyways.. I am so stressed, so afraid, and so utterly alone in a sea of support.
I heard your heartbeat the other day, I flashed your picture to my coworker and she started crying, I announced your presence to the world.. and yet.. I am still uncertain.
I did nothingI hate him, so much,I did nothing by Axlazu
I do hope you know that.
You see I blame him, so much,
for the fact that I lost it.
The thing that I held once,
the thing I once loved,
Ripped away from me quickly,
and slapped with the glove.
"A Challenge!" I thought,
I smirked with such pride.
To think someone wanted,
the thing for which I'd die.
I thought him no threat,
just another idle voice.
Only to realize, too late,
I no longer had a choice.
He would take it from me,
and leave nothing behind.
For I held it on a pedestal,
and forgot the key in my mind.
Second chances are nice,
and sure they work out.
But for me, It would seem,
I'm a child who pouts.
I throw tantrums, I cry
I beg for forgiveness and death.
while in truth I've done nothing,
but love with all my breath.
hey guys, so I'm trying to come up with a good present to gift my man on our one year in roughly two months. he thinks i'll be really lame and fail. says its "the man's job to come up with the good present" and to that I say "fuck you" anyways... I was thinking maybe gather some artists and get a couple drawings done of us in various scenes throughout our year's adventures, depicted as the artist sees fit with their style.