Jun 20, 2015
it’s a crawling sensation, figdeting under the skin and crawling up his spine-- joined by the hip becomes a one man show, what considers themself to be his other half left to sleep in a sinking bed in the back of his thoughts. he’s left bare and without a shell, a shy step forward with first meetings tucked under his breath.
“You--,” pause, step, breathe, repeat. “--are lost, aren’t you? I-I don’t mean to pry, I’m, I’m only stepping out for fresh air, and, you look like you’re wandering aimlessly, and---”