so it must be.

[azurelunatic]

It must be to then that I revert, recall a simplicity of thought patterns. Magic of the strawberries; the old fairy call. The stern scolding of the detatched uncle detatches me more, fading. Always a background shadow, nothing more meant to be.

Carrots, eaten. Trash, taken out. Eyeshadow, applied. Pill, swallowed. Adam, called.

Indolent puss on the mattress by the windowsill; he watches the laundry go home. Whose magic listens to he?