shrink wrapped

shrink wrapped

18 years old

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  • darling


    An ode, a murmur, an urge, the faint whisper constantly drumming away in the back of your head.
    They call me, beckoning, watching, waiting.
    I will join them eventually.

    You will not always live the life you need.
  • Travel spaces

    I am drinking coffee in the hotel lobby.

    The carpets were once a rich red – faded now, I must admit. The young man at the front desk has not been at home within himself for years.

     I don’t think he notices me.