It's odd and it makes feel as though I have more time than I actually do. I can't believe it's almost noon.
I am craving attention right now; someone to talk to, laugh with, snuggle with, hold hands with.
Sometimes I hate reading stories. They remind me of all things I don't have. Maybe I should start reading crime novels...or better yet, nonfiction.
My surrealism could meet some realism and I wouldn't feel so empty afterwards.