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floored

I'm on the floor physically, emotionally, mentally on the floor

if I could I'd fall through plummet to a dimension of astral projection to not feel—

pain physical, emotional, mental pain

losing time losing weeks a light in the darkness?

falling faster and faster waiting for the bottom—

never crashing always enduring while giving up

hopeless exhausted still here not living

breathing grieving

on the floor.

I found a little thingy I wrote about shadowgast a while ago. <3

And the venom in their veins mixed created friendship and even more than that love born from kindness from forgiveness from understanding two broken people learning to heal learning to be for each other what they had denied themselves for years comfort. safety. home.

My friend loaned me a book today because our conversation reminded her of it. I started reading it when I got home and it's really good. [The sound of a wild snail eating by Elisabeth Tova Bailey, for reference]

Eventually, as you do, I smelled the book. I love the smell of (most) books, especially old ones, and I was curious what this one smelled like. It didn't smell like other books.

It smelled like my friend.

Like her room. Like comfort and a hug and summer nights and hour long talks in the kitchen and listening to music together and dancing together and just like her.

This book is a piece of my friend and I get to read it and it means so much to me.