Calling all skeletons....
Entry #00864
I am coveting compliments like covert conversations kept in capsized cathedrals of the mind. Every single word like a breath whispered softly in my ear at exactly the right moment- the moment where time and space coincide to make one single phrase sound like the prettiest song you've ever heard. I am putting them away in a place that is all mine, where I can recollect them and count them and play them back and close my eyes and feel my body bathed in tangible forms of every time I cross your mind. I don't think there is any greater form of self-comfort than self-questioning. But when in doubt, those few extra syllables really help.
I am coveting compliments like covert conversations kept in capsized cathedrals of the mind. Every single word like a breath whispered softly in my ear at exactly the right moment- the moment where time and space coincide to make one single phrase sound like the prettiest song you've ever heard. I am putting them away in a place that is all mine, where I can recollect them and count them and play them back and close my eyes and feel my body bathed in tangible forms of every time I cross your mind. I don't think there is any greater form of self-comfort than self-questioning. But when in doubt, those few extra syllables really help.