sometimes comprehensible phrases escape my lips, or so i am told.
i've been waiting around in my queen-sized bed, the frame is made out of cold dark cast-iron.
i am empty, waiting to be filled again.
it's not a negative thing.
and now there are people, their voices are seeping through my hair and down into my throat. they are sitting outside my window and the smoke drifts into my room and puts my stomach on edge.
i feel my muscles tensing involuntarily.
okay, they are gone now.
i had a kitten here, only yesterday. he was beautiful and i miss him very much. we had to give him away.
he would fend off my loneliness. he was small and soft and warm and bright.
i am unravelling, and i will be knitted back together sometime soon i hope.
into a scarf, or a jumper. winter's on its way.
sleep well,
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