By the way, don't send a message just saying you read it! What part actually interests you, got your attention?
I moved to Florida to pursue my job of working aboard boats, I love to work in the engine room; so I figure that's a good hobby. I love to work with my hands, whether It's cooking, drawing, fixing something or working on a car or engine. I am originally from Tennessee and was raised a southern gentleman and a country boy. I love to make people laugh and just happy in general.
Sweat. Cold, drops of fear plaster the sheets to his body and he wretches himself from slumber. Immediately his hand clutches his chest, his heart. His heart is fine, in the medical sense that is. No palpitations, no abnormal beating. But it is not fine at all dear friends. It weakens him. Shuffling from his bed and wiping the sleep from clouded and soggy eyes, he summons all the strength he can to light that cigarette. One hand holds the light, the other holds his heart still. There is a weight, a pull so unimaginably terrible and perfect on his mind.
She. She is perfect. She is that weight. Her smile. Her laugh. The way she says his name, both then and now. There is an emptiness in his bed and chest. Such a heavy emptiness that it takes all but his life to get out of bed.
I can be a bit abrasive in my humor! Typically I'm a sport person, and I enjoy being outside.
I'm also not going to tell you everything, mystery just adds to the flavor, right? Don't hesitate to get to know me!
Oh and if you're actually wondering my Briggs-Meyer, it's INTJ