my body isnt a temple my body is a castle with a moat and crocodiles and a dragon who will set you on fire if you touch me
good question. I think I’m just special….like, you know…
Not that I didn’t see it coming but I forgot what it felt like. Today I had hardly any distraction, it was just me and all these same questions I feel like I’ve been asking for years.
I’m terrified of it all and as much as I know feelings aren’t fact…well, facts must create feeling? so which is it to be? where do I file this?
readjustment? or…over thinking? or…the way things have been and always will be? or maybe I’m just tired or maybe I’m not trying hard enough to put on freedom.
All this and nothing has even happened, not a thing has changed…other than my security perhaps.
All I know is, today was hard but it wasn’t the hardest.
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
So am I.” —E.E. Cummings - You are tired (I think)