I find myself getting sucked into buttonholes, pulled through the eyes of needles. I walk the endless expanses that exist on the edge of a page. It’s the most beautiful, all encompassing thing, and all at once you stop fearing the pain once you feel it. It hurts but it’s yours now, and you can turn it into anything you want. Spaces are beginning to widen, and I am reminded that a friend once told me that it’s the little things that are important.