and it stays loose, apparently

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if you live in FL long enough something comes loose in your brain

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I want to throw myself into a pond or a river. I want to sink my teeth into that spot where a neck meets a shoulder. I want to sleep for three days straight. I want to stand in the rain in my heaviest gown. I want to be chased through the woods and pinned to the ground. I want, I want, I want more.

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I hate that that tangle of cords and vines keeps me from being more vulnerable and more open about the roiling mass of want want want pushing against my ribcage and that all of my want keeps being sheathed in warnings and qualifiers

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There is one specific kiss I want so badly that I can feel my lips burning and bruising if I think about it too hard, but we're not at that point in the story yet and I can wait and I will wait but it's like straining against a knot of vines and cords

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