Nope. Not Me.

Never ever have I ever…

What?

Did you think I would answer that question?

Who gave you that expectation
that all who begin sentences must complete them?

Finishers rarely begin.

Ha! Can you imagine?

Well today I’m thirsty. So let’s go.

Never have I ever spent 72 hours without being in the presence of another human being.

Drink.

Do you know what happens to your mind after that long? To your skin?

Never have I ever shrinked…shranked..shrunk at the embrace of someone who loved me.

Drink.

Your brain sort of forgets how to interpret sensations…how to digest presence…how to discern what is toxic.

Never have I ever missed anyone while they were still present.

Drink.

When it lacks for too long, it hurts to receive again.
Lifeblood has become
Foreign.
Painful.
Confusing.

Never have I ever run from someone I wanted close.

Drink. Drink. Drink.

Trusting feels treacherous. Temporary feels true.

Never have I ever tricked myself into believing I preferred permanent solitude.

Drink.

It’s safer there…even when you’re sick. Depletion is better than being poisoned. Neglect is better than abuse.
Right?
I mean, I think so.

Never have I ever started something I wasn’t prepared to finish.

Oh? Okay.

Never have I ever started something I didn’t finish.

Drink.

Oh.

Skin has a few primary responsibilities:
Protect. Regulate. Permit.

Protect from care.

Drink.

Regulate affection.

Drink.

Permit suffering.

Drink.

Or something like that.

Never have I ever had my heart…

Look left. Look Right. Look Left.

Drink.

Beginners rarely finish.

Ha…
Could you imagine?