mcelle
calm. and waiting. because that's what i am, waiting so slowly.
he's there. i'm here.
can't we just both stick to one place at the same time?
but slowly, i tell myself. it'll work...i just need patience.
im pretty sure something is holding my heart hostage, wrapping it with plastic wrap ever so tightly so that i can only feel that thick, terrible pressure. oh, and my lungs. there's no room to breathe.
she didn't want it but everyone gave it to her anyway. she scorned their help, because she wanted, wanted desperately to be strong and solid and not weak and and soft, like she thought everyone was making her out to be. she was of course, a character of deep complexity and intense stubbornness.
totally random. nat watched the birds in "the birds." daphne du maurier.
im writing an analytical essay on "the birds" in english. i should be working on that. not writing this.