In the dead of the night, I lay, my eyes wide open. I caress my hand over my mattress. My palm feels the smooth cotton under me. I let it wander to the bedsheets. It takes the same rounds. Like a guard dog, alert and on duty. Again and again, I let it move across the duvet till I find a particle of dirt or a speck of dust. The skin of my hand finally punctures itself due to the slight abrasion and it's Princess and the Pea all over again. But, I swear I'm not a princess. I swear I'm trying to manage all that mullock litter around me. It's not working. I don't want it. I hate it. I want to get rid of it. I pick the morsel and obliterate it. I fling it as far away from me as possible. Out of my mattress, it just falls on the floor. But, I feel like it flew out of the country, continent, world, galaxy, universe. This habit of mine leaves me to laugh in the face of my opportunities, to pick them up and throw them away, only for them to fall on the floor. The floor, where I can see them, taunting me, guilt-tripping me and not out of the world, out of my sight, where I think it is, where I'll never be able to reach it, where I've lost it forever. It's there. Right in front of me.

Then why am I not picking it up?

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This is the better part of my bio:-

❤Forever and 69❤
[Han-Han, BB and Bia]

Rax [purplebum] is my dino.

Favor is my hoe.

Ore is my biggest support. I couldn't survive here without her.

I speak Vulgarity.

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