i get nauseous often.
during mini panic attacks
triggered by anything and everything.
i’m rarely comfortable – could be why i
do not believe in comfort.- i believe in movement. movement is the motto.
” i wanted to take a break”
are you like me?
unstable. trying to escape the loud
the bright fuschia color.
praying for void but
taking no steps to achieve this
because we are so busy trying
how can we try anymore?
of this void. so stiff…
what does it feel like to be putty dough?