I like to take the time to type, tap tap tap tap tap, because the sounds feel nice in my jaw home, at least when my ear isn’t fit to pop. The typing is a challenge. My fingers are clumsy. The fear is true, I’m just a challenger with no direction, but as much as I want to get to the other side, I’m not sure there is one. I choose a peaceful path, but the path that chooses me is rocky and ready to punch. The quickest way to derail my train of thought is to stuff a pinecone in the rails. Is there such a thing as a healthy anything, or just an owl sitting on a tree and hooting for the pleasure of making the sound? The struggle of love is apart from what we were made for. Happy Stolen Pagan Holiday. I’m dressed as Hades. I want him to love me. Tap tap tap tap tap. I deserve love, huh? Cute. I do care, I really do, but what’s the point? My gums lost their flavor a few years ago. I thought it was July when I kissed last, but it was November and it went nowhere. I’m not settling anymore, but…tap tap tap.