daisybuchanan
and you drive. you have driven. and you're driving again.
those beads keep falling. you don't pick them up. each one, tiny as a thought and half as important fall to the floor. and they were strung. they were. you know that.
The far away yelping and cries of a dog has been my constant companion throughout the night and I need to go.
Become something.
That's what you told me. Personal remarks are rude.
writing since 2010 · 5 entries · 4 days shown up
each square is a day—lit means Zim showed up.
1longest streak
4days written
1.1entries / week
the words Zim reaches for
gottafaultborednowcufflinksmotorfragilefeelingpitstomachfaryelpingcriesdogconstant