a troubling thing
It’s getting colder every day, and I am doing my best to stay warm on my own. Hot coffee in the mornings and herbal tea at night, I’ve got recipes of soups and breads and apple pies pinned to my walls as if I could seduce the loneliness within me to a standstill. I am doing quite fine except for one big, troublesome thing: I can’t seem to untangle my limbs from yours.
“seduce the loneliness within me to standstill” I like that line.
now burn your tongue on purpose with hot liquid to feel something.
Stuck