Messages Off a Cigarette – Draught | calliopes lyre.

This one I decided to press, rather than reblog…wander on over to Cookie’s blog, won’t you?  I know I am much the richer because of it, and quite a lot of the pain that I had no words for (omg, yes, imagine that!  CHARISSA has no words????) she managed to tap into and say for me…

…and for that measure of relief, I am grateful.  It is like a thumb push on the morphine pump of hope to keep me going.