Digital tidbits from the last 12 hours:
- “Can you come over for dinner tonight? I’ll cook for you.”
- “I miss you.”
- “Thank you for last night, and being there for me.”
- “Amy has poked you, poke her back.”
- “I need to talk to you.”
Not to mention an unsolicited gift awaiting me on the doorstep, along with a sweet note on it. I just stared at it for a while, worried more that the contents were probably poisoned. Who knows.
All have loved me, physically and mentally. All I have tried to mesmerize with kiss, and gaze. I dig and dig, trying to keep the sand from falling back in on me. The faster I burrow, the more I seem to cave in.
Perhaps I should just allow the slow fill, to provide a stepladder out?
Stop the channel, I think there are enough corpses to put in here. Lest I grow content with eating the dead.
#endtrans