fibonacci

It seems these days I’m playing a game of hide and seek with all the people I must have known before we became a part of this World. Quick peeks into peoples eyes let me know if we’ve already acquainted. My mission is to find them and bring them closer to me. I just miss them, is all.

With my breath caught in my throat, I try to make my way to my bed, turning around a thousand times, wringing my hands of something invisible that’s stuck all over my body. I don’t want to go there. I’d rather just crumple right here by the door and pass the night like this than be in that bed by myself. Why does everyone else get the good things. Is there none left for me? Crying is a good thing, they tell me. I might just cry until my body is so empty that it floats, like a helium balloon. I’d float higher and higher until I find the place where there is no time, and only space.

Why will nobody come here? Why will nobody come here.

fibonacci

fibonacci

twenty-something, jack of all trades master of none, 5ft 1in, blood type AB negative