izabel

It feeds some sordid part of my brain to know that I get absolutely nothing from a situation.

Countdown to zero is such a welcome reason. The bigger gets smaller, the stronger gets weaker, the whole gets hollower, and in one occasional second, someone standing next to me moves an inch closer. We both understand the trespass with compatible dryness. I dont even recognize heat anymore, just that stealth cram of time. Seconds of healing. How kind. How do they know this? Sometimes you just get lucky, I guess.

Im guessing way into someone elses corner.

He say hes charmed. Charmed life. Charmed luck. Good. I hope it rubs off. I dont gamble, Im never the one to get the lucky draw. But hes gonna risk this. What a strange thing to come into contact with -- my life right now is slightly confusing, though Im also in denial so its probably a wreck from the perspective of a healthy person.

I am a sewer rat, I see things from that perspective.

But hes got that raging ebullience. I dont understand. What? I want to say. What makes you think you can? He doesnt think. He can.