the need to wind down grows by the hour. chasing green, and reds, though blue would really be much preferred. how far would you go, how far would this go. and when everything falls, who would be the one to play catcher.
is it really me, and will this end. or has it already ended when the invitation was never given. will this end. with peace, with grace. maybe in time, i will feel belonged.
broke a record today; though im about an inch from breaking myself. hope mrs ticktick will come a-knocking come thursday. what with fake shark'sfinsoup seafood and tripledecker cake.
oh we love you mommy,
we do, we do.
why do tables turn. and why do we crumble.