sometimes i wake up soft and wanting to be held. by noon i'm circling the room like i could bite through steel. by evening i'm back to needing silence and distance. there's no pattern to it and honestly i've stopped trying to find one.
sometimes i wake up soft and wanting to be held. by noon i'm circling the room like i could bite through steel. by evening i'm back to needing silence and distance. there's no pattern to it and honestly i've stopped trying to find one.