Neither Seed Nor Fly

stockvault-when-101518A seed of discontent.

The fly in the ointment.

The pea that ruins all good princesses sleep.

When the pen is taken from my hand, it is very hard to see myself as anything more than these.

Until tomorrow…


Post-note: Yes, I know these are only the mad whisperings of an insecure and chemically flawed mind, but I hear them just the same. And they wear on one.

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