Chasing Okay.

Been a bit. Still breathing. Barely.

10/20/25

The dents in the doorway

are from the days I boiled over.

A rage too big for my body

spilled into the frame.

I painted over them once,

but the dents stayed.

A reminder that some damage

doesn’t disappear with new coats.

Now I live with them.

I look at them every day.

I pray I never let my body

Just because….

“They hand me a label

victim

and expect me to pin it to my shirt

before I speak.”-chasing okay

How do you not remember?

8:15

Desire can look messy sometimes I guess.

Fricks. 5/4/25 2:38am

Ain’t slept in days. Been falling asleep for a hour or less at a time. Since that Thursday. Since I wasn’t emotional enough I guess. I hold myself together all too well to be fucked up according to some people, but they aren’t flies on the wall at 3am. They aren’t here when the rest of the world sleeps and all I have is myself and the weight of the things I bare for someone who doesn’t lose any sleep over his choices that brought us here.