KC

I can't live as I once did, telling people that I was doing fine and desperately wanting them to wade through the language and see that I was in pain.

“Take me with you & I will brave dark woods for your kindling splinter bone for your next meal & build fires with my body before the last season’s first snowfall. None of this is to say I am good, too long alone to have been touched by something real. I am sorry if my fingers tremble. I promise they can hold anything that knows staying. Open them & see for yourself each history of fidelity, so much like traversing an uninhabited childhood home & discovering a tattered box once big enough to contain the whole world.”

I’ve found someone who might care for me