I weigh a thousand pounds and I'm as wide as a house. The walls look like they're breathing. I can't even take baby steps anymore, I'm just leaping all over and I don't know where my head's at.
But that's fine because nobody knows because nobody cares because it doesn't exist because I don't exist.
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Starshine, I know you are sad, this writing is beautiful and you are too. I'm a house too, a mansion, I keep getting extensions but I keep demainding that I am left to degrade and fall apart, vanish into the rubble around my feet.
I care, I love you, I miss you.
xx
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