Intimacy is my Muse.

I’m sitting in the dark. I don’t know what time it is (wait, no its 9:21pm -according to my computer)…and I just wish the quiet would last. But, I know any second now someone will say something and ruin the quiet.

My body feels like its traveling backwards in time, I don’t think that really makes sense, but that’s what it feels like. Like I’m being pulled backwards, through hyperspace (or atleast what i think it would feel like in movies like Star Wars, and Star Trek). I keep dwelling on everything from 2006-2008. Its not like me to do so, but my past just keeps coming out of nowhere and prodding me in the head. THINK ABOUT ME. THINK ABOUT ME. THINK ABOUT ME.

Earlier today, i tried cleaning my house. OBSESSIVELY. I mean down to the nitty gritty. Even reorganzing my pantry for a change, just to get my mind off things. But that didn’t help. I came across some pins that were given to kyle from a friend, and an old necklace given to me by an ex… and my whole day went downhill from there.