I prolly just miss my own craziness.
I guess there are no words to come. I kept thinking there had to be some, somewhere, secreted away, nestling against one another, waiting patiently for me to coo and tickle them from my underbelly. But it turns out there weren't any. So what exactly have I been doing these past weeks, on hold, hands waiting, lips sealed? Have I been waiting for a dream?
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