with such asymmetries in my face, such trivialities feel like such triumphs. last week, what a difference, comforted by the mirror, in a certain light. while i slept i dreamed the endings of all of the possibilities of my day. the more soberly and subtly i ssleep, the more mundane the outcomes.
i walked with a scowl, but really, i tried to switch my expression around, felt inept and decided that one scowl from one sleepy-eyed stranger couldn't ruin anyone's day. i feel better now. i am better now, with pills that match my eyes, grab and drag them to sleep.
