feet on stones
how curious this life of now
my shoulders rounded over
from all this time on the computer
my feet are on stones
my hands on a keyboard
Fred meows to his friend upstairs
*said in meow complaining voice* COME PLAY
how curious this life of now
Friday 29th September 2023 2:51 pm
smaller
stop telling me to be smaller
shorter
thinner
my body is wise
it does its thing
i let my belly spill out of my pants
i give it the space it needs
stop telling me to be smaller
shorter
thinner
my body is wise
it does what it needs
Thursday 28th September 2023 8:13 pm
i feel a pit in my stomach
right where my ribs meet
a hole that can’t be filled
i numb my head with podcasts
my hands with crafts
and my heart with my love for you
i tell you
I FEEL A HOLE IN MY SOUL
I THINK IT’S CAPITALISM
you remind me that i have you
and our love for eachother
this hole isn’t where my suicidal though...
Wednesday 27th September 2023 11:00 pm
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