Hello Peeper
I see you peeping into the 3 inch opening in the doorway. You want to know how I am. Grieving, of course. I'm saying and doing things That I can't take back. I'm saying and doing things I don't mean. I'm going crazy and losing my shit. Being angry, spiteful and hurtful. Like Ciri and the rats. Or Billy fighting with Mike because he lost Ollie. Or Abby sneaking off into the night to look for Chicka. Or the Dr and his guitar on the tank. Drinking, singing, and chasing rabbits I know I can't catch. Not to catch them, but for the chase alone. Not sleeping. Looking for joy. almost..almost grasping it as it slips right out of my fingertips. Running away to alein planets. searching for mushrooms but doing my very best to avoid Eggman. Wanting so badly to play with my toys. its all ash. I'm too grown up. too bitter. too resentful. blaming. swearing. feeling my aloneness when I'd rather be feeling like Elona. Feeling more like Elle, a pink dot in a sea of Seatt...
