Neko

In the early 2000s my mom had a brick nokia phone she kept in the glove compartment of the car. It had backlit soft green number buttons and a red, shiny hard plastic face-cover with glitter in the paint. We used it to call grandma while we were waiting in the parking lot for my dad to get off second shift. My grandmother always said the guardian angel prayer with me. after the prayer we would always say 'we love you, our guardian angels, and thank you for taking care of us, goodnight.'

I never know what or how to write. I don't have a clear pattern in my mind that could form as words to describe how I feel. Maybe frustrated. I don't like taking first steps.

I feel distant this evening. I'm not sure how to describe it. I suppose dissociative.

this site is finally starting to look like something. it's not so different from coding bbcode forum signatures back in the day.