Less sparkly than usual.

Call it Off - Tegan and Sara

Some things happened this week. And they have dulled me around the edges and make me want to sigh a loud, long one that makes leaves tremble and every colour fade a notch into a pastel (the murky, vomit kind, not the magical fairy wonderland kind).

You were so shiny, a magpie's dream. In this sole way, you base your entire life on the bright star that you are because you never knew another way to make the world pause and wonder who you were. It was the perfect plan and if you weren't running so fast towards the other direction, you'd stop to see who was looking and you'd find that what you had was enough.

Because it's always enough. But we never allow ourselves to believe that, do we.