So far

It's been lengthy and distorted and bad, but I'm able to see the cracks

and the grainy-high-contrasted pictures that once used to lay in my dressers filled with incense dust.

And my stuffed animals used to talk to me while we sat down and enjoyed ourselves a nice little tea party just there in front of the big 8x8 bedroom window

completed with a bed set from bed, bath and BEYOND.

And the reason to just lay back and click your heals and you'll go to your grandma's house where she baked the best cookies for you to devour all by yourself.

stomach ache on a plate.

A quilt stitched with lovely things and sparkles and that grainy picture.

But those days are over now.

I sewed the stuffed animals mouths closed and poured the tea down the drain.

Lengthy days have become lengthy months

and cookies have become stomach acid that just keeps coming up making me want to vomit.

All because, I fucking miss you..