damage control.

it kindasorta hurts that you don't find the need to share anything anymore.

so, i'm breaking the habit tonight.

its funny, ive been giving advice to You for how-to-patch-things-up-and-avoid-awkward-convos. Funny, 'cuz despite all odds i now need the exact.same.advice.

'tis a pity pity pity it gotta come to this.

our ''conversation'' lasted 4 minutes. 

i am not numb.

maybe numb enough to want to write and encompass it fully, 

but not numb like you. 

 and i still have faith, S. i still do.

Alot of faith, stacked up in the smallest of places like the spaces between my fingers and toes under the curve of my chin the insides of my elbows in my clenched fists palming your reds blues violets yellows salty sweet tango my bare soul exposed.

'when you're tangled up just tango on'

-Scent of a Woman

But we forgot how to dance a while ago.

now, we

tiptoe tiptoe tiptoe tiptoe tiptoe

(Let's tiptoe in the moonshine.

 If I'll be yours, will You be mine?)
?                         

-eeda.


pps. The Uncle/Asshole needs to stop living up to his latter name.
(or somebody will need to stop me from murdering him with my bare hands if he makes me feel like shit ina crowd just.ONE.more.time.