words, words, words.
my parents called tonight, and even though it has been a week since we talked, i had nothing to say to them, and they didn't really have anything to say to me either.
i feel like a pinball that keeps getting jettisoned upwards by these random forces, and falling down again by forces equally random. hurtling around, narrowly avoiding black holes full of secrets.
i feel like a pinball that keeps getting jettisoned upwards by these random forces, and falling down again by forces equally random. hurtling around, narrowly avoiding black holes full of secrets.