all day. everyday. ...
how things always get worse (to the point of unreality) before they get good. and then they get really really good. about you, on the other side of this bright screen on the other side of my world, looking for a part of me to grab examine, measure, keep/trash. that I am someone's daughter. that I was born with a heart and should...
My favorite version, of my favorite hymn, on my favorite night of my favorite week. ...
I am still a waitress. I am still proud to be one. Come Monday, (not a moment too soon) I become an actual adult, with an early to rise job and a late to arrive paycheck. I am celebrating. Again. And again. I continue to assume reciprocal stalking to the way I keep up. Despite my skill of running away, I am still...
