sanctuary or situationship
I am going to write a whole book about how I came to failure this and that. This is my language, that is my i-don't know -how -to -wait. I will write about the cashier folding clothes and putting it in the bag as the world happens as an harmonic event. I am going to write a whole book about a minor turmoil, a broken English and how I found my phone in the freezer. And how I stepped my shin (again) on the edge of the bed. About how I met Samantha and how she repeated multiple times I am married to my job. I will write a whole book about how to be exhausted and horny from morning to night. And how to be efficient and how I avoid my front door neighbour who likes to talk about healing and kale muffins. It's going to be about being kind, yet mad. About how is to live through a pandemic while watching the death numbers and planning meals at same time. I am going to write about faith. About being loved and not chosen. And about my laughing. I am going to write a whole book about cancer and about how this year I will learn how to drive. I am going to write about being dramatic and A.I empowered. I am going to write a whole book about you and then I am going to burn it before writing the end word.