mind babble of how I am feeling. cannot verbalize otherwise.

From time to time my body succumbs to unyielding silence that falls over curves of my being. Stoic I become - contrast to eternally wandering fingertips and marionette of my smile. The lie cleverly within spaces between fabric & flesh. Winter, cold lover - your stamina drains my flesh & carnal self.

- circa 5 minutes ago, me, with drained light grey-blue fingertips

I hate Reynaud’s Syndrome. So fucking much.

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