klein

quinn and huck have to find a family to watch. its as if their lives are so bits and pieces they need an external something to hold themselves in place, to observe to reassure themselves that life can be normal too, even not theirs but someone else's. some sad tranquilizer. is it effective? maybe i need something to watch too.

but just seriously, every door has their own story. every person lives their own drama. it might be less of a roller coaster but there has to be ups and downs too, and your mild ups can be my deafening crescendo. i might be a brittle bottle that doesn't fit to contain your eroding liquid.

and my succumbing to my insensibility might as well kill myself, and that's a clear no.

so

the awaited and needed good news knocked. phew.

and see? im talking to new people, people of the arts and creative. so, just stretch your experience, expand your life further, so so darn much uninvestigated area, yearning for my exploration.

and im reaching out let it vent when i needed to talk and, there are accepting ears, opposing tongues, voices that, if you are soft enough to listen to, be beneficial to you, not in a way that they are the one solution right offered laid out clear to you zero effort but they stimulate, so you are made to think and come up with alternatives, and there indeed are always route B, or at least like a temporal-factor contained route A

or you may just look at people around and play vicarious, to empty yourself and pour in some new somebody, whether you know them or not there can be a little or more proportion of theirs you find ah so different, and you wonder what their lives are, what their possibly bigger problems are, whether in the present or in the past, how big they are that they have ruled over those and become what they are.

klein.