sometimes walking straight keeps you awake./when will broken hearts learn how to heal.
once you (dearest and gracious sandwich-giver) left, i had an uncontrollable urge to run to a corner and cry.
the thing is, the great big mature earth has no corners.
i know my inner demons are catching up with me.
they are rapidly eating, absorbing and digesting; you know them, they and their insatiable thirst.
stubborn, nasty, selfish demons.
i tried -i really did- telling myself, " a bruise is just a bruise. a bruise is just a bruise."
but a bruise can be anything: a scream, a rejection, a shout-out, a wedding, a painting, and a father.
i have many things that can hurt, and you were right (but you should stay out), i am very afraid.
(i can feel myself changing as i speak, and i am still very afraid.)
the thing is, the great big mature earth has no corners.
i know my inner demons are catching up with me.
they are rapidly eating, absorbing and digesting; you know them, they and their insatiable thirst.
stubborn, nasty, selfish demons.
i tried -i really did- telling myself, " a bruise is just a bruise. a bruise is just a bruise."
but a bruise can be anything: a scream, a rejection, a shout-out, a wedding, a painting, and a father.
i have many things that can hurt, and you were right (but you should stay out), i am very afraid.
(i can feel myself changing as i speak, and i am still very afraid.)
