dog days.
Suddenly, for no explainable reason whatsoever, I feel as though I've been placed in a cupboard. Abandoned to collect dust and collapse, under the weight of long years of waiting and tiny battles as generations of moths take sides and wage war on each other, brother against brother, father against son, in an effort to make the territory around me theirs...!
Ah, I mean.
There's no reason to feel abandoned, especially not here, and not now, but. Sometimes I feel like a puppet on a string, and the puppeteer has gone outside and never come back to finish the show. That maybe those wormholes ate their own holeworm tails, so maybe we're just--stuck, you know, until it gets indigestion from that and spits something out. Maybe us. Do wormholes taste like crab? So we keep going, going, going, but really, it leads nowhere now. Nowhere forever? I hope not.
::EDIT:: I'm not entirely sure where this came from, I'm so sorry--and laptop-san, if you're going to flash 'Matsushita Yoko' at me every ten seconds, couldn't you at least tell me who she is~?
Ah, I mean.
There's no reason to feel abandoned, especially not here, and not now, but. Sometimes I feel like a puppet on a string, and the puppeteer has gone outside and never come back to finish the show. That maybe those wormholes ate their own holeworm tails, so maybe we're just--stuck, you know, until it gets indigestion from that and spits something out. Maybe us. Do wormholes taste like crab? So we keep going, going, going, but really, it leads nowhere now. Nowhere forever? I hope not.
::EDIT:: I'm not entirely sure where this came from, I'm so sorry--and laptop-san, if you're going to flash 'Matsushita Yoko' at me every ten seconds, couldn't you at least tell me who she is~?