April, 2025 In the convoluted mess that is a Sunday evening mind, I reach for the pen as it reaches for me, and I suppose that’s precisely what I’ve been looking for. It’s difficult to explain. I’ve been hungry for something more, something cathartic with an ethereal hint to it. I’ll settle for something asContinuar lendo “starving, heavy”
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the weight of witnessing
I learned early-on to let the blood run its route. After all, “the only way out is through”. From a young age, I took it upon myself to go through, and I took it like an oath.
unpleasant conversations 