mood (-)
Ever find something perfect, years after you're too jaded, broken, and tired to enjoy it? And all it does is remind you of everything you lost? Just dead nerves for it to stimulate now.
I don't wanna talk about it any further. I'm fine, I'm always fine, nothing left in that spot to damage any further really.
And it really was a trivial thing, honestly. It was a very small spot after all, at least in this dimension. Once the gate had closed, its other sizes just didn't fucking matter.
mood (-)
(for the sake of editorial balance i should note that otoh i had possibly the most fulfilling cuddle of my life last night with anthracite, and as noted i've got 2 week paid off of work, so when i say don't feel sorry for me i really mean it -- this is just one dead spot in a very complicated and still mostly arable ecosystem <3 )