Seriously. Where is it...
I'm sick of waiting. I'm through with being reactive.
I had a dream last night. It was a death at a funeral. Maybe that was the sign i was looking for.
Maybe what i was clinging to is already dead....
She made it clear she has other pursuits.
I see them daily; i feel the warm waft of the back burner blaze against my skin and i wonder why i lash so much within.
because i have no one else. because she paid attention when i didn't want it. because i believe.
i don't think i want to believe anymore... just give me my fucking toaster.