have you ever crawled up, curled dramatically into a dark space wanting to be left alone because you feel worthless.
well, i have.
when i was 18.
like i crawled up to a dark space in between the window sill and the wardrobe of my room.
and stayed that for about an hour.
i wasn't crying.
crying is for pussies.
i stayed there for an hour feeling nothing.
until i felt something crawled up my pants.
it was a lizard.
probably feeling the same way i did.
hence he crawled up into the dark space of my pants.
i took my pants off.
but the lizard stayed in.
and suddenly i didn't feel worthless anymore.
because i didn't have my pants on.
strangely, it felt comfortable only in my underwear.
so comfortable i started writing.
a few years later.
what i wrote because of that lizard was staged.
i haven't seen the lizard.
i hope he is well.
because i am.