moppet

home. in my teal room with the bright light and the makeshift computer desk. there is no place like it. as hard as it is to leave Claire and her inhabitants on 118th street and manhattan ave, and as much as i feel right in place there, this is the room i painted myself. these are my things i spent energy procuring to surround myself with and this is my fully stocked refrigerator with leftover vegitarian soup put aside for me by my roommies. this is a catalogue of me.

but you don't find soulmates that often, and even if you're lucky and do, i think it's pretty rare that you find a boyfriend too. and i think it's especially slim-to-none that these two people might live together and sandwich you with love, that you might find a singular house that fills you up so much that everywhere you walk you leave footprints of love like so many wet feet.