scale raze i walk through everything that used to make me who i thought i was and find every inorganic object given life by my touch hasn't died of malnourishment after all. everything is just the way i left it. when i try to sing, the bands of muscle in my throat are stretched almost too tight to move. i have to force the sound out. it isn't until i sing a song i loved when i was too young to know what love was that i start to feel like myself again. and the music isn't even mine. it's simpler when i'm not sleeping. a few minutes of scales and lip trills, and something unlocks. i'm still here, a mountain of melodies in search of words to guide me home. twelve notes might not seem like much, but you can build a whole word out of what's crammed inside the smallest abundant number. here. listen. let me show you how. 220212 ... raze (that was supposed to be a whole *world*, not a whole word. fucking hell.) 220212 ... epitome of incomprehensibility Naked except for glasses, not for sex appeal but for vision, she steps on the scale before showering. 49.0 kg where before it said 50.9. Her mind's commentary picks up where her language class left off: "Ich habe nicht so viel gepooped." 230508 ... e_o_i Wait, how was I that much lighter a year ago? What is 117 pounds? 53 kilos, says a calculator. My idea is to get back to a 110 baseline, which is 50, but is that just because those numbers line up neatly? Or because I have a hazy memory of a chart saying the best weight for my (short) height is between 100-120 pounds, and I strive for mediumhood? ...Regardless, it's off topic. I was looking to see if "scald" was written on. 240722 what's it to you? who go blather from