Recently stopped my transformation into a mermaid, that was a close call.
I just. I think that I am standing in a meadow of peppermint, thin and wispy as wheat, holding a map to a land that is constantly changing its topography just as quickly as I am constantly changing my destination.
This means that, effectively, I am looking for a place without any tangibility, boundaries, or promise while a place is looking for a girl without a face, someone to give it purpose and reason, or someone to call "the one that got away".
I'm playing a game without rules, a clear idea of who or what I'm competing against, and no end, and I am really only calling it a game because I'm not sure naming it anything else would be worth the trouble.
All things considered (the lack of any understanding of anything including myself or my wishes or my chances, a terrible and embarrassing record with board games, my obvious lack, the two peaches I bought and devoured tonight), I'm off to a great start.
Listening to: my feet rub against my comforter
Reading: the sugar queen
Watching: an inevitable descent
Drinking: swallowing plump yawns