19 July 2016

fake plastic house

She had not felt the strong pull of a soft quandary in a long time. So much so that she forgot all the important safety rules that took several years to learn. But perhaps the rules were learned in vain anyway – likely no match for her unbridled need to taste, and only taste, new adventures. And any real adventure was no match for her tenuous hold on reality. She has taught herself again and again that if she lets herself lose her bearings, she would just be left with the exposed crusty bricks of what could be a house. Like any other human being, she knew she deserved more than just digging through the rubble of her own creation.