4.49am

in this diary... so old. so battered. so on and off.
here i record, remember, fantasise my life's matter(ing)s.
i re-write-create myself. iteratively. error-prone.
(thank you, Butler)

one day you came in, you looked around and it seemed like you might just stay. but, no.
my heart almost exploded.
i was folded inside out. literally. at 4.49am.