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my soon to be ex step-daughter has a writing platform named after Shakespeare and a first published entry named after a raven...
it all sounds cooler than it ever could be and now queue the red and blue vividly mix them all together to get her color purple (and yes, I was tempted to spell colour).
an experiment.
it had been like the fourth week maybe the second and my god the things to do to run a house with three additional humans in it plus a fourth who had the most stunning projection onto her. She recalled the things to the pre-counseling couples' therapist (she had been so thrilled he had suggested it what a sign of maturity - it was only in the shrapnel removal that the directives had been seen "I want to meet her! this woman who defines limerence and names it alongside your own therapist"). It had been her millionth attempt at doing something she had only intended to do the one time: marriage.
"none of this makes sense to me, and it feels like you're not here anymore and now it's all me that has to play mommy and that's the one thing I said I was the most worried about and you assured me ... and here we are. I could run a crack ring a prostitution service out of this architecturally stunning apartment, and I guess that's a good thing as it's kind of like being trusted, yet it feels more like being unknown..."
and she wanted to start with this part so she'll end with it.
before you die, book yourself - like she did - a place a 20 south battery - type place - perhaps the one with the balcony and go there on Carolina day and wear a black dress on it's last vintage leg while the frosties wear seersuckers. Bask in your sure contented hen phase. Acknowledge that you'd likely like it more vivid- more known - more connected but he danced like a yeti hyena on the dance floor so that's GOT to count for an entire reason to stick with someone. Besides, Salisbury north Carolina was going to be the next best thing and once she was there in a few decades, it was going to be stellar and so she wouldn't really see any of her family before they died, she'd be a freaking paid therapist giving the bloody wound inside her to other vampires.
Instead, it was the weirdest thing she'll never tell you. honeysuckle - oh YEAH, collards of course, valedictorian brain sure!, prestigious career - yes! but and yet it was fucking cardboard.
Swimming on caper's island coast in South Carolina on July 1st 2023 it was heaven on a million levels - feeling there - feeling loved - feeling healing - feeling supported.
flying back... feeling itchy.
the daring of having no enemies...
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