I cry out for a mother

I lurch Ceaseless in my demands, Wanting something more Yet it always slips from my hands. I lurch Muscles straining, Relentless abandonment In the life I don’t​ seem to be reining. I lurch Hoping there is something​ other, Days roll past my hands unable to grip I cry out for a mother.   Lurch Advertisements

Do pj’s class as casual?

A buzzing from my phone. You coming tonight? Crap, I cringe in the realisation that I forgot about the meetup. Before I can scramble an excuse my phone beeps again. You forgot, didn’t you? I’ll give you 20 mins then I’m picking you up. Double crap. I text back furiously, fingers moving so fast they…