It might be ‘just’ something, it might be not what you’d hoped.
But it’s something.
And now I’ve lost that limbo.
After seventeen months, a new record.
He likes them traditional. It’s easier that way.
She likes them cute. It’s adorable that way.
The pumpkins like themselves without holes.
And not spending nights burning on the inside.
Don’t we all?
Dancing in the dark.
Some time in December. Some time in the past.
Hey, are you sleeping well?
What’s with all those vivid dreams?
Why don’t you take some pills?
No more dreams, no more thoughts.
It’s what I do.
You’ll never sleep rough again.
There will always be cracks, but as long as the purpose is served, it’s okay.
It only takes the slightest touch for something to completely shatter.
And who will be there to pick up the pieces? Who will be there to avoid getting cut?
23 days in the wild. Found in a shed, now she’s back in her bed.