We are in it for a length of time which has its own inundation of maybes. It’s just that we… seem idle and oddly perplexed about all the wrong sorts of easily fixed things. That
Reparable mindset of a reparable person… who can know of their own whereabouts just so very well(?) And as the *cheesecake of infatuation bakes, she stakes her layabout(AS-IF!!) claim over yet another undercooked masterpiece, because the oDdIty Of truth is sIMPLY this, maybe— she’s been
Making purposeful mistakes to make herself feel… better than real. She knew herself when she needed to know of nothing else at all. And of these masterfully mixed~Up movies which she wishes like WILDFIRE(!!!) to watch(??) It’s all of it in her —
Searing through… “from her to you.” Just that… it seems to’ve got itself caught… on a needle of Neanderthal pursuit somehow… sometimes
*basically my mind wasn’t actually able to take onboard the mixing of listed ingredients on google to bake a cheesecake for my mother’s beeday because, well, according to a distorted and anxious brain in the first place… it immediately asked: “why isn’t this already perfected?! So many chances for mistakes. This can’t be right!!” Hence… like I said before. That thread of perfection will get snipped if I go wrong and then… ensuing chaos. Truth is, ‘chaos’ in this instance, realistically and rationally speaking, would have been just a crap cheesecake in the end. However, it turned out pretty damn amazing. And that’s a testament to a sufferer’s resilience, even if all the fun is taken out of it.
