“how can i keep you here forever, when i can’t even keep myself together, i don’t know anything i don’t know i don’t know anything at all”
-nobody’s watching, ian axel
Sitting alone in my parents lakeside cottage, i’m downing my third glass of wine. Pacing myself no longer matters, my parents went to bed hours ago. It’s an unnatural pink color, and sweeter than most wine i’ve had in my life. They obviously received it as a gift, because my mother drinks very little that is both pink and sweet. I’ve been wrapped in myself all day. There’s no other way to put it. I slipped into my little self absorbed bubble and checked out. I spent the day with my parents, but I’d never know it. I’m no more alone now in this frozen house with this glass of pink wine than i was two hours ago in a crowded pub discussing politics with my parents.
It’s cosy here. Quiet, still, and just a little too cold for my taste. It’s all heated by the wood burning stove I’m sitting in front of now, and will be until i decide to fall asleep for good.
