Surprise Visitor.

Hey suicidal ideation- where the fuck did you come from? Today was going well. Oh right, I went all performance masque in my kitchen and got lost in this creative frenzy. Am I developing bipolar, slowly, or am I just a wild actor woman? I don’t know. I left the bathtub, the warm Epsom salt bearing tub, eventually, and checked my Facebook to receive some delightful correspondence. The gods reward me thus for choosing life. Excellent. 

About Moon Eggs

A woman who remembers enjoying writing.
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