To the kid in the corner of the party venue breathing asthmatically because you broke your plastic spoon scooping ice cream and the devil incarnate stole your seat to force you to dance and the guy you like is about to leave and you would go talk to him but everyone would be watching you and what would you say you’re an idiot for sitting in the corner and oh God, someone’s looking at you—
To all the socially anxious,
I see you.
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I had a roommate named Sadie* (the girl of the mountains, aka ping-pong extraordinaire)
Crafting dark fairy tales out of the air
(of blood feet glass slippers love broken eyes dreams yellow hair beans and hope and hope and hope and hope and hope and hope)
My childhood memories would never be the same.
We talk parallel universes and black holes, quantum physics and time travel, paradoxes and the nature of fire. We travel the universes in our minds while our bodies are confined to an 11 x 12 room.
Then I ask her if she is glad she didn’t die.
She asks me if I am glad I didn’t die. Continue reading “Sadie”