Life Is Good Actually. Fuck You.

awe hey im okay i just died from cramps

i am so consumed

fern clover and birch can not pull me from my place in the thick of the bog

although they do try.

i lay prone, unprotected and powerless to stop sinking.

to each little blue flower who dots around my eyes and corners of my mouth,

i whisper, “bring me back to life

help me breath in air once again

help me wake up,

please.”

september will be kind. september will be magical. september will bring the missing energy. september will be working towards our goals and self. september will be a month full of growth.

I have officially been waiting here for 635 days.

sometimes i just feel sad and so i must eat rocks and scratch little stars into the sandpaper walls that i live in

a carnivorous giraffe whose jaws can unhinge like a python’s

i just miss him honestly

sweet summer and bitter longing.

i miss him.

A promise and a hope.

I won’t miss him for long.

He’s so lovely.

sometimes i just like to disappear for years on end. Others i can’t stand to be alone for even a moment.

sorta wish i could figure out why the hell each of those things happen.

once i saw a specter

inside a mirror.

i want to know if he was a memory

the only salad dressing id ever need

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