Panick Attacks

When I feel like reaching out to someone but don't know who.

Cigarette Burn Girl is here.

Hello Stranger

Here's the thing about Hank. I would love to tear off his big plastic ear. I would love to steal his crayons. I stood outside his business meeting to see what type of pastry he likes best. He only drinks coffee. He drinks it with milk.

Lately I have been feeling lonely. Lately I have been wishing I had someone to light my cigarettes for me.

I was thinking about loneliness when a cloaked man with his face buried under a heavy black hat whispered "Hello Stranger". I saw the flash from his gold necklace and smelled his cologne. Then he said, "Get Well Soon." I don't know about these things that come out of nowhere. I usually tell myself they don't count.