on why i haven't been writing in here.
back when I slept alone they would hover and flicker and pinch me in the nose and ears and eyes and as I slept alone I found myself projecting all those phrases onto this lame server. now that I’m older with a disposal of words in my palms of my hands, I find myself letting the analogies slip - through my nails, past my tongue, like sand. oh well. i’d rather not define my life by the rigid way of words. and this is so extremely liberating because it is so unironicly encompassing.