Grumpy funk

Every night I lay here with thoughts in my head. What to do. How to do it. What if. Why. Mundane shit. Over and over.

I can’t sleep so I think some more. I’ve got no answers. I’ve got no clue.

I’d like a cuggle. You know one of those safe tight ones. That make everything okay. Only a man can give me that.

Chances of that are slim. If ever.

I’d like to sleep instead of over think. We shall see. Maybe I’ll wake tomorrow without my grumpy funk.

2 thoughts on “Grumpy funk

    • coodababy says:

      Thanks lovely. Just in a stupid funk that I can’t seem to get out. I know I will though. I always do. But right now I just want a massive cuggle and a cry I think.



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