naming the thing
I think the feeling is overwhelm. I think the feeling is Stockholm Syndrome New York I love you but you’re bringing me down. I think the…
I think the feeling is overwhelm. I think the feeling is Stockholm Syndrome New York I love you but you’re bringing me down. I think the feeling is a cold beer on a warm night take the mask off and feel the body settle in the presence of an old friend.
I am learning about myself. I am learning when it’s too much Instagram. I am learning how to practice measured frustration. I am learning no podcasts this week, no content, nothing but music and make it loud.
I am remembering that typing into this damn thing is processing, the words being processed through my fingers, fingernails clipped short for speed. I am remembering that by writing, I remember myself make a list of all that I’ve done and you’ll be scrolling for a while.
I let my shoulders fall down my back.