for the contest

Can’t get more romantic and whimsical than a library shindig. If you’ve survived the foster care system then you know just how much words fail to reach out for basic human connection. Theres a specific funnel that leads people to the library as a means of hikkiko-morying it up and getting to enjoy time eroding indecision, with the added bonus of “please don’t talk to me i don’t have an know if i’m allowed to form an attachment.” Is all sorts of jammy jams. For me, i know my love is reciprocated without words, we’re both broken with weighted baggage that can only be talked about with pessimism(when we decide to stop kicking that metaphorical can down the road). In the meantime, while we’re trembling at our hedgehogs dilemma, walking on eggshells with limbs to heavy to trust ourselves not literally hurt others that try to pry; we can read, we can dance, we can just be happy about the silence and if fate would allow for permission. I would like to establish that arduous attachment called love, with all the baggage, with all the duck tape used to hide away the hurt, i’d like for my lover to be an “if you survived” in particular. A catgirl that needs their time alone because maaan if thats not all they’ve known