'He's so fluffy I'm going to die'
There's that word.
A word full of smiles, promises and hopes of something.
And I wonder, like I have wondered so many times without ever finding the answer.
A word full of smiles, promises and hopes of something.
One word takes me back to another time and space. A small place with big feelings.
A room with austere furniture just like another empty room many years ago.
Is this what I do?
Break in and make my own space in rooms that do not belong to me and where I'm not wanted?
And I wonder, like I have wondered so many times without ever finding the answer.
I play myself like a broken record, asking why, for what, for whom?
You are quiet, unaware of my existential crisis and only slightly aware of me.
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