Baby of May / Happy in the mist of lonely tears…

Image by Chrstopher via Flickr

I felt like a run away train on a mission of family and fun, but “by the way I am still bleeding today”. We went to the museum, the park, down town Indpls., a health fare and just talked about life. My potential miscarriage was but an item on the menu. Maturity, stupidity, survival who’s to say. I think my “Happy Face” says is all. It just sucks.