cellular miracle

bigger stakes inside my head. please remember that i tried. temptation does not taste of ash (until it is satisfied).



i keep him in his upstairs room (with the stakes) where he plays just my games. we play them together and love each other like boys past bedtime.

other people's better things are all around but they don't belong. i will build this house until the cellular miracle is too good to pretend.

your better things aren't mine but you are.

up past bedtime,

—scott