24. Art. Red wine. The ocean.
I try to approach all things in life with a sense of humor.
Here we are again.
I just want to slam my cell phone down on some concrete. And maybe run it over with my car. And then set it on fire.
Every time I see someone eat a hot pocket on TV, I want to eat a hot pocket.
Does that make me a follower? Or does that just make me perpetually hungry?
I crush her against me. I want to be part of her. Not just inside her but all around her. I want our rib cages to crack open and our hearts to migrate and merge. I want our cells to braid together like living thread.
Oh look! Its me