With a Life to love, it's hard to find steady footing here with the floorboards creaking and cracking around me. Twiddling my thumbs while my heart tries to escape it's marrow confinement, it feels as if I'm just balancing here with a roof over my head as things really start to move. Wheels start to turn, dreams start to blossom, and glass eyes shatter into a thousand homesick pieces before I can even utter a single syllable.
Wrapped up and tucked in like a loved child, darkness penetrates everything here. My pupils glow and grow to the size of Jupiter. A single deep breath in and out as quickly as this all came rushing toward me, swept me off my feet, and left me dazed and classically confused on the old stained shag carpet. I wish you were here to feel this warm tile beneath my feet. It's a welcome breakfast addition, and a soothing midnight addiction. I could melt into the busted broken tainted kitchen tile with you.
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