and so it is.

everything i wanted to say - and didnt.

i am so lonely, 

and i’m not particularly upset - but every little trivial melody, pinpointing line of words, photograph, is turning my eyes into miniature faucets. i have people in my life, sure. and as always, i have myself. but the lack of common ground is making both of my legs go lame. i want my father’s embrace, with me on my tip toes, still crying into his stomach, easing up when he says “dont cry baby eetzoo.”

i’m really, really ready for something good to happen to me world.

i’ve been really good lately.

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