Quick Fix-tion

 

As it rains I move through the house like a ghost. Black neo folk songs play on a random radio station. I am never leaving.

The wooden slats of the porch comfort my feet. My toes wiggle and plant themselves firmly.

As it rains I realize I know where I belong, right here in this old ass house in the middle of forever.

 

*Laughs Happy New Moon.

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