I can’t seem to write. Anything. I thought I had gotten through the block of only being able to write about one thing. But now I can’t even write about that. Any words of weight pass only through my lips and seem useless, hanging around to remain incomplete and wrongly connotated. If they would just pass through fingertips, or a pen, or remain in my mind long enough, or were recorded, or…something. Maybe I’d be able to get it all out. Maybe I’d be able to throw them away. Maybe I’d be able to quit clouding myself, making it impossible to hear anything but anger or panic or whatever. Maybe then I could hear only the breaths I so love sharing.
When hoes at lunch are fighting
im just like:
hahahah WHAT THE HECK