My name is Minnie. I live in the Mid West.
I fell in love with solitude. Submerged myself in it like bathwater, soaked in it, let it wash over my skin, craw into my pores, settle in my lungs. I inhaled loneliness like it was the sweetest spring air that has ever kissed my lips. We are all lonely, and all we want is for someone to, you know, pay attention and tell us we are beautiful and cute and say that they want us.
But my soul is an empty carousel at sunset.