freedom feels so unfamiliar. I'm becoming more bound in the quiet of my own body than in the rush of the world where every step is a choice and every thought a river carved in stone.
half built and half broken, I search for connection that isn't a tether but a song. something that hums with

I’m gonna post my messy poetry thoughts here and all (insert tiny number here) of you are gonna think I’m super mysterious and deep. Kay?