Making no impact on the rest of the world whatsoever. One person really knows me and loves me, I think, but sometimes it feels like its not enough. Only the vine keeps me from sitting in the basement staring at my old computer, instead staring at this one. I feel like my death is just around the corner, as if I’m eighty years old and I’ve been expecting it for some time now. I look at my hands and I see the wrinkled rakes of a spinster. I’m 22. anchored. tethered. but unhappy. the physical world keeps dragging me down and sucking me in and the spirit world calls to me but I am too fragile to answer I feel. what is this? what is this?
Making no impact on the rest of the world whatsoever. One person really knows me and loves me, I think, but sometimes it feels like its not enough. Only the vine keeps me from sitting in the basement staring at my old computer, instead staring at this one. I feel like my death is just around the corner, as if I’m eighty years old and I’ve been expecting it for some time now. I look at my hands and I see the wrinkled rakes of a spinster. I’m 22. anchored. tethered. but unhappy. the physical world keeps dragging me down and sucking me in and the spirit world calls to me but I am too fragile to answer I feel. what is this? what is this?