hold your own, know your name.
if you're shocked it's just the fault of faulty manufacturing.
are the things that make you panic, are the things that make you blow.
everything in no time at all, hearts will hold. 

All that I am left with of this week are regrets - pregnant with self-loathing, on my knees with my prayers, clenched fists to keep a straight face. Yet, life can still be so kind. The rain outside is gentle, the air is cool, faint rays of sunshine streaming through my windows. Ginny the fat cat is hogging my lap, making it quite impossible to type.

There is a bridge now.
made by deep contemplations and twisted encounters and unfortunate separations. the builder, I am. will you be the one to step foot on it, will you turn into a stranger in my life too?



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