These damn feelings! They can turn a great moment into a swallowed moment with one beat of the heart. I allow this to happen - no-one else - this is all my doing. Then when I come to my room, my messy, messy room and cut and sew and make some marks that annoying voice disappears - finally she knows I'm not listening anymore. Then I can be happy and then I can be still and then i can smile again. This is the reason i do this strange stuff of mine. This is why i make these people in their little clothes. They stop my brain from draining away anything I have left of that person, that person I once was who didn't let the day swallow her whole.
