update

(In the outline I only specified for one more chapter …)

(also I don’t actually make outlines, so it just says ‘write scout stuff’)

(like it’s not gonna just be filler or whatever, but I….uh… I don’t know what I’m doing.)

pew

I want to hold your heart
To feel that vacant gap within your chest and fill it with my hands
To take the broken pieces up
Cradled until they heal whole
So that in your breathing
From this moment on
You feel those spaces full
And no longer ache
To fill them.

siblings

Mary and I just had a conversation where she asked me how I liked a book, I told her she’d never leant me the book, reminded her that she was actively holding the book while discussing it, and that I live two hours away from her and we are on phones. She proceeded to hysterically wheeze ‘YA KNOW,’ and other Mary idioms before she described not knowing how to sigh without screaming anymore.

I want to bottle her essence and use anxiety as a perfume.