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.
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