not_alone_in_wanting_to_do_it this should be rillian every once in a while i'm reminded of the mistakes i've made, certain mentions of things in and around my sight or hearing when self got in the way of value. when indulgence replaced generosity with greed. it's like when darkness takes forever to give in to the morning, in the liminal space between touch and sight, as if light was farther than i remembered, as if hope was hidden behind a rock i couldn't move and even strength was something i had to buy when money was short. 040203 ... unhinged god there has to be somebody else 040203 ... Jane Doe Oh, there is. 040203 what's it to you? who go blather from