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The pressure builds and builds until I've ballooned so big that a piece of me jostles loose and begins floating off. I leap after it, aghast, and clutch it firmly to my chest. Only when I go to place it back in its rightful spot do I notice other remnants gone missing, floating wayward. Gasping, rushing to catch them all before I'm completely lost, I hurriedly put them back and rush to grab more. Only after securing the last piece do I realize that in my haphazard haste I've put myself together all wrong.
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Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
Wayward Pieces
The pressure builds and builds until I've ballooned so big that a piece of me jostles loose and begins floating off. I leap after it, aghast, and clutch it firmly to my chest. Only when I go to place it back in its rightful spot do I notice other remnants gone missing, floating wayward. Gasping, rushing to catch them all before I'm completely lost, I hurriedly put them back and rush to grab more. Only after securing the last piece do I realize that in my haphazard haste I've put myself together all wrong.
Amberlynne
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Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
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