thursdays raze if my life were a week, i think this is where i would be right now. thursday_morning. halfway home. but home is such a malleable thing. it shrinks when you think it should grow, and expands when you're sure you can feel the walls closing in on you. you keep finding new corners to collapse in. new rooms to make your own. and you can't carry all that with you without giving your body something to complain about. sit on the stoop and read something good. the paint will go on peeling, and the rest will sort itself out. it's thursday. 211118 what's it to you? who go blather from