Rocks in a box

@box0rox.bsky.social

I write sometimes, it/she, 21, MDNI🔞 You can call me Roxanne or Zora. https://boxofrocks.straw.page https://archiveofourown.org/users/Box0Rox/pseuds/Box0Rox

Not the lady interviewing me saying “Zora huh, what were your parents thinking of naming you that?” Like… uh… idk how to respond to that lady. I just said “There’s plenty of historical figures that are excellent people named Zora”

Those selfish questions I wish to ask of you. - Why me? - Is there anyone else? - Do you know how infatuated I am with you ? Such… unwarranted pressure to put on someone. Uninvited pressure is like pain. I never want to hurt you, so I hold my tongue and simply let the experience pass me by.

Showing yourself always is painful, familiarity just softens the stinging air. I’m just thankful to be here, with feelings and wants and the ability to have restraint. I feel like I want to be suffocating, and I do, but love is consideration, love is patience, love is slow, love is tempered.

But in a supermarket with rotting produce and the suffocating stench of seafood, there are two young people joking, laughing, finding love. Little slivers of heaven in the everyday. A flower from muck and grime.