
You wil get to a smile, Tilly. Sooner or later. I know you will.
Right now I wish I could believe you.
Thank you for hoping and caring.

You wil get to a smile, Tilly. Sooner or later. I know you will.
Right now I wish I could believe you.
Thank you for hoping and caring.
maybe a damned good night’s sleep will bring me back
to a gentle sanity.
but at the moment, I look about this room and, like
myself, it’s all in disarray: things fallen
out of place, cluttered, jumbled, lost, knocked
over, and I can’t put it straight, don’t
want to.

Rope.

His favourite scent.

Sad lampshade.
