Too
much, too
tight, holding
onto the
thing that
slips
through fingers like
water, like
sand. Heavy
eyelids and slack
jaw.
Exhaustion makes
every
thing so very
fucking
heavy.
About Catastrophe Jones
Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
