you couldn't have loved me better
the cold isolation of a monday morning.
the cold isolation of a monday morning.
i used to curl up and find cozy solace here; life eventually boiled over and snuggled its way into my squeaky joints. even on the hardest days, laughter. from the darkest mornings, a sparkle.
now i'm sitting on my numb fingertips, and those dusty corners are starting to rust over.
