Oh these days, these days. feel a world emotionally walking on the ice we find ourselves numb. we find ourselves. inflated fluffy down. years pulled out for the worst weather weathering the storm weathering us. a sleeping bag with arms, we want to pull the head under and feel the warm and shelter of the momentary darkness. scurrying through the day, afraid to take a long stride for fear of slipping. we.
we get along. this day to next. another day. another what will i be when i grow up. what will i be. so looking to connect, to plug in, to draw some electric from you, from we. wait another day and dream. what will i be when i grow up. -kate pabst