setting: trickly rainy winter night, melting snow outside, heating fan on.
It was the first predicament you had ever found yourself in. being afraid of the dark didn’t suit you anymore, and sharpening your claws any further would only make tea time a little less enjoyable.
where do you go when the present is absolutely normal?
medicine has a sophisticated link to ignorance, it seems. only in that it’s bliss. no medicine could stem from ignorance, but so much ignorance can derive from medicine.
your electrical impulses may be under control. they might not be firing away at their own will, which is comforting. it is funny to think how multiple we can be. we have so many pulses. so many impulses. so many wills. so many won’ts.
there’s something quite imprisoning in searching to become a free-spirit. it can keep us from the possibility of another. because, you see, there are so many wills, and so many won’ts, and so many opportunities to miss an outreach.
the lights are off and the door is ajar. there will be music.
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home is who we are, and whomever we allow in.
...who's there?
