[ Be My Guest // Day 5 // THX BareTracks ]
He used to blame the redness in his eyes on the contacts being left in over night. Part of that was true, not completely a lie. He never stuck around for anyone else to pick up on the fact that the redness and tired look was a result of adolescent experimentation. It wasn’t something that lasted long in life. It got phased out along with some of the faces that were often affiliated with its use. There was very little pleasure to be sought by it. She never had until recently. Just another phase. // The arrow keys no longer work. // All of the mushrooms have been carefully picked out, the dishes have been washed, hands pruned and lack moisture, the ants are gone and so are the fruit flies, he hasn’t returned the square, safe to say he stole it, they didn’t heed the warning and for it they now have their turn in the loss of sleep, the right knee makes the sounds of ripping, a sound that accompanies the years, both bringing about a slow burn. // I still haven’t found the words for how they danced. // job juggling.
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