jennyalexander

i have entered a new state of being in your sympathy.
once entered, i know time is limited, and my graceperiod will last only till you want yours back.
here we are at my place, i have people in my place, my space, they are space invadors
invited, yet i feel robbed once they leave. i am not used to this kind of company, that i have longed so for for years.
i cannot appreciate this new self. this self is selfish, suspisious, and out of my mind.
frightened and uncertain in the safest space one could wish for, and more.
the wolves are chasing me, smell my chanel in the stairway and howl for blood,
i am left cleaning it off the floor.