eat, play, fuck. those were my thoughts as the storage unit door rolled down; but my story began long before that. I had begun scribbling down my ideas between kisses and kink. so how did I get here? That scene, from that movie, from that book – and she stores her stuff away, concerned and confused as to how her whole life was now in a box. I had actually been there before, but I never thought I would be here – putting a stethoscope to my chest to make sure there was something still inside. I heard a pounding. Is it possible to feel everything and nothing all at once?
to be continued…
(and added to in increments)