the thought of you is like the thought of if i left the stove on.
if i see you even once, you stick in my mind like a mouse in an inhumane glue trap.
i bounce along these walls with excitement i can't keep in and there you still sit with a smile.
i worry when i get home if the stove will be on or off
or if i'll ever be able to get home.
going home is quite scary.
does the stove even want me home?
Or did it tolerate my existence just out of kindness.
silly questions, i know
but questions none the less
if the stove is on when i get home, i will be embarrassed. the home i was trying to protect is now scolded and i may be left with no home at all.
if the stove is off then the home will be safe and warmed in better ways.
i think of testing if the stove and the things from it are hot.
i hold out my hand over it and i hover my lips over fresh cup of tea
but i will never see if either are hot for the fear of being burned or scolded
i really want to go home
but is it for the best?
(p.s. it was off :D)