day101 - not dead yet
dear luci,
not dead yet. but somewhere close by. tried to work. struggled. listened to music. ignored some messages. answered others. stitched. chatted. read. couldn't figure out what to say: why would you write so many words about me? stitched more.
energy leaking out of me like the heat in a house in wintertime with all the doors and windows open. i can feel the crust of dried alkaline building up, fusing my battery window closed.
sweet dreams.