kalischild

It's a strange time; I'm learning to take the good things in small sips, simply because I have to now.
I feel like a new person born into the body of a stranger. I've said 'no' to so many things that a year ago I would have taken, drained, and walked away from, and the few things I genuinely want seem to be out of reach.

A year ago I would have settled. A year ago I would have taken a bite from every plate that passed in the course of the Moveable Feast.

I don't think that I'm tired, althought that is what I had thought. It's the world seems huge, and (for today at least), I feel small.

I'm in a mode where I'd rather wake up next to someone I care about than fuck any number of people I don't.


And part of me wants this season to pass; I'm not one for sips. I look forward to the time when I'll be able to snap the bottle's neck against the nearest wall, and drink everything down all at once again.

Toss the empty bottle and walk.

Hard and brittle, yes.

But I miss the sound of glass shattering behind me, and each time, knowing I'm not the one that broke.