To open a closet of grey clothes, seeking option. I haven’t worn you for such a long time, my dears, my treasure and everyone else’s trash.
What is quite horrible in this circumstance is knowing they wrap meaning around your feelings for them and you are in fact blank. They circle your ankles like dogs with tumours, hoping in that salty human way that their words still cause a reaction in you. You only wish it would all stop, mouth full of mercy and unsweetened tea.
If only we could all be happy at the same time.
