Drink Me.

Long week; long nights and days; long hours filled with obscure and indescribable yearnings; emptinesses that are tiny and intimate yet also swallow me up.

I feel like one of the reasons I am so unwilling to explore the changed territory of my inner self is how averse I am to encountering some of the people I've let in there, in the last few years. I'm waiting for the memories to die, for the tape to be over-written with something else. (I know it doesn't work that way).

Hmm.