hi love,
i don't have any coherence in my thoughts in the present. i don't really remember the last time i've accessed new words and thoughts worthy of keeping; brain food at a blank i feel a little internally miserable. how surreal it is that we can sink into the antonym of our ideals. how many times have i repeated that i refuse to be an object subject to the sidelines of maintaining a home. the invisible role of women; i rebel it everyday yet here i am. sweeping thoughts over the door frame, frying my will and slipping over the greasy remains. jokes and one-offs translate strangely into realities we never asked for. a single fortnight before stagnancy is expired. comfort is no quick sand and the solution is no longer to stand still. comes and goes, comes and goes, if i could choose, i'd erase the idea of leaving places, we're just moving toward new ones. does leaving define what staying is? then does staying mean you don't have to miss anyone? at least, for a little while. i've learnt recently missing someone doesn't require their absence, missing is wanting (needing) somebody and knowing you can't keep them all the time. (at least i think that's why i constantly miss you even when i'm right by you.) my soul is so spilled and i've a fortnight to collect the splashes beneath shoes that have walked across me these past seven months.
sticky, tired, dancing.
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