This past few weeks, they were all about rejections. I was left helpless but thank god, never alone. And as I wasn't in any power nor possession to say 'I won't take no for an answer', the best available solution is to always walk away and wait for the long awaiting acceptance.
If and I mean, if only there was one.
From the other end of the phone, she spilled yet another disappointment. Telling me to 'never grow up!'. I sunk myself deep under my thick red blanket.
This was once my fortress, this thick red blanket. It's where I hide myself from all the bad monsters I watched on the tube. It's the only place in the world where my Uncle's red eye vampire should never find me.
I am breathing another defeat but it is always good to feel home again.