january twenty three - 11:37 a.m.

theres something adventurous about
being in someone else's house for a day
all alone.

doing the dishes is fun
doing a load of laundry is fun
everything feels sneaky
even if its not its like
you're someone else for the day.


or maybe just getting to know someone
better for the day without
even being around them.


{edit that proves my point:
oops! is this funnier here though?
you can delete it if you want}