There is a petrified fly on my window sill.
I wish I could open my window- let the night into my room. My room gets so stale, I feel as if I could bite into the air and it would crunch like styrofoam in my mouth. I hope to never live in a basement, I would wizen without windows.
I feel so in-between right now- stifled and precarious and unsure. Unfortunately my mind is always ahead of me or behind me, my thoughts so diffused over time and places I am unable to amass them. I can never think straight.
But you know, sometimes change is good.