Yearning for a day that I wake up without feeling like my heart is trying to claw its way up my throat and hurl itself out of the craigs of my mouth. For some tenderness and grace in some tangible form, instead of receiving it through static spark and blue light.
I am validated, but my fingers are truly exhausted from a marathon of digital conversations. Is it possible to feel comfortable yet stuck at the same time? I am at the bottom of an abyss of a well, but my body is revelling in some kind of plush luxury, sunk deep into cushions I put there myself.
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