i havent written much of anything lately let alone post on purpose i am just one
big jumble of emotions that i just dont want to share im stirring the pot too see
what else is in there not a thing seems normal nor am i surprised by that there
are these little memories and some disturbances too spread around my
apartment they catch me and they confuse each other because they are the same
sometimes and we reach a point where we start to wonder or wander and
realizations that surface can be so painful especially since now theres no thing
that can be done about it so we sit with it and how long does that happen this
sitting correlating with our work here to do whatever that may be i cant even
write this without bursting into tears robbed just robbed so hard to come to
terms with these methods of less being
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