there are always eight aren’t there?
but this one isn’t it.
for now we’ll stick with seven because i’ve always enjoyed seven.
even with the fear.
it’s probably the worst one i’ve obtained over the years.
nothings quite right in them, and nothings quite right in me.
it should bring us closer together, shouldn’t it?
it doesn’t and it never will.
like you and i…
we’ll never quite fit and we’ll never quite be,
but we’ll be something.
something great, even with the bruises and broken hearts.
an end all.
“this one’s bad.”
i know it is.
i can feel it deep inside, but that doesn’t mean it’s less true darling.
today i need a peck on the cheek and a smack on the ass to get moving.
let’s get motivated.
freeze time and disappear.
i swear the lightning bolt will only make me able to teleport.
i heard… him… tell me so.
he whispered it to me this morning during a nap.
which doesn’t really make any sense because i was thinking of it last night.
before he existed.
it’s funny, you know.
the way my brain works…
standard biology, kind of like the topic of conversation this morning.
after a hard nights work.
things are always hard.
did you get a good mornings rest?
i told you i’d do it, but that i wasn’t going to force it.
the issue with that is that this one is more real, yet feels more forced.
these are my thoughts, and i’m getting weary that after eight they’re all going to stop.
hell, they tried to stop yesterday.
they drove me crazy until i put them back together.
my brain is over there lying on the floor, and i think it’s because you smashed the jar on the shelf.
sentences aren’t supposed to take up two lines, that’s never happened before.
“weird.”
as meaningless as this one is, i don’t want it to end.
it feels like if i just keep going, it’ll keep us fresh.
when you close a chapter, a new one begins…
but i’m not sure this one is ready to end.
that’s why this has taken so long.
we’re going to leave it at “not quite” so that you can continue loving me the way you do now.
there’s another double liner.
“strange.”
