fractal

She may not be fit for public consumption, for private interludes, or for nocturnal emissions.

Maybe.

Insidious madness seeping through the cracks. It's more fun this way anyway.

Once she thought she was going home, then she realized that home doesn't necessarily mean where you grew up. It's just geography.

New Year's came and went this summer, they say it's time to let go and move on. This time she's holding on instead, and just moving.

Once, he said that being uncomfortable meant that something was about to happen, and I think she had to cross her legs under the table.