whilom

four calling birds, three french hens, two turtledoves and a partridge in a pear tree

and the grinch, with his grinch-feet ice cold in the snow,
stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so?
it came without ribbons.
it came without tags.
it came without packages, boxes or bags.
and he puzzled and puzzled ‘till his puzzler was sore.
then the grinch thought of something he hadn’t before.
what if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store?
what if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more?
-dr. seuss

typed out a whole lot then decided i didn’t want all the internet savvy world invited into that mess. for your own good.

never thought i could be scared like this again.

it’s downright terrifying. and i’d like to think this uncomfortable moisture is from falling asleep on the couch with my contacts on for too long thinking and overthinking.