backspaces

Nov 02, 2012 00:24

when life is a backspace
i sit on the sofa not wanting to create any dents in the universe. except for my cushions, that is.
i sit on that space that ive let out of the back of my mind and wonder if i should really do this. am i honestly going bonkers, going to read marvel comics in the library?
but i feel the way i feel. and right now, i feel like my introvert needs hugs
and the speech bubbles, exclamation marks and blood help articulate my soul in the way coffee and sleep cannot.
and tomorrow, my life can move forward a little more.
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