# 266

A lot on my mind.

Close to imploding.

A lot to write.

But I don't know where to start.

Thought I'd have stuff to blame, or resent.

None. Nil.

Because today was very real.

Tears sang for me what lies beneath this beating heart.

All I can think of is (o: !

Face of yours, face of mine.
When we're both naturally at our best.

170207.

Will you be lonely, worn alone?

Dear God.

Give me faith in people.

For myself and for others.

 I'll always be your smallest bolster but chubby enough to be just right.