there is a constant ticking in my legs to walkwalkwalk, i go around in shiny shoes and sunday dresses with toffees stuffed in my pockets as if i am going to meet someone special who will make me toast with marmalade and read to me, but it never happens. a stranger asked me "penny for your thoughts," and i didn't dare say that my thoughts are thin as paper most of the time and my mind feels like the world when it has snowed and nobody has set foot on it yet. i need a father figure so badly.
