when zero becomes one
The world comes alive...
I always love my first cigarette the best.
Before caffeine, before showing my bare face and soul and open ribcage to the convenience store.
When I moved here, it felt natural. Like I had every ounce weighed out to be the woman they'd see every day, committed to the same cans and protein bar. The soul of a circle k regular for all to see.
I'm really a polar pop girl at heart I guess...
(I fucked up and fell asleep right after the bath, nothing profound this morning but I guess I'm double dipping today.)