this morning #322.

this morning, scratching & clawing were on display as her preferred methods of tearing open the flesh & drawing out the juiciest parts of the day. it often took this sort of ample effort for her to avoid being bored into total submission before she’d even had a chance to steer the ship in the right direction. while she probably just needed to take a breath & calm down a bit, at least she was showing some emotion for once. in less than an hour, she had texted a few friends, whipped up a few sandwiches, rolled up a few spliffs & was out the door, in her car & off to the coast. she would soon learn that the most she could hope for was just to be close to the sea.