i am stuck here. i am stuck where i am happy, where i am living and trying. i am trying and i am getting better at it. the pieces fit, kind of, sort of, they slid into place, and i am stuck with them.
but i don't want to be here, not at all. i want to dress in the room with wood paneling and van gogh paintings on the walls. i want to eat in the yellow kitchen with the windows looking out onto the yard. i want to dream there, love there, be there. i want to hold a hand that has the same tattoo on a finger.
i want my two worlds to come together and i want it to work, but it won't, because i'm stuck. sticky.
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