I belong

At some point you want to be possessed and owned like a crayon, to be kept all little in a pocket and carried around, in the dark and hidden, but loved as the hand strokes you when no one is paying attention. It's warm and the sounds seem distant and large in that pocket.


The play I was talking about yesterday.

I want to be kept in his pocket

Tomorrow I will hopefully finish a new Lomo film during us girls' evening out :D Uhuu !