Tired, numb, disillusioned, paralyzed. Another day. An event I’m supposed to go to tonight hangs in the air - it will be bright, happy, it will be a lot of things. Here is the bed, I am laying in it.
The morning after everything became less extraordinary Came too late. I was just myself again. A woman, not a puzzle Or piece of anything I never wanted to go back to a place where Colors did not radi
I’ve been sort of lost in my head today, or my imagination, and it has been just so goddamn unsettling. My imagination isn’t obscene by any means. I just overanalyze. I don’t think it’s “obsessive” as
