Brandish

I’m better at existing in the fall

Knowing is different than knowing

It’s exhausting. I’m saying, “Hey, my hands are too full,” and they say, “Oh no! Can you hold this for me though?” It makes me sick. My nervous system is so overwhelmed.

But then I remembered, waitresses were the only people I saw my dad be routinely nice to

My body is tired but my mind is unworried. Listening to audiobooks and getting paid. Eating well. Sleeping well. Really it’s not so bad in autopilot

I want to be flowers in a parking lot.

Having an, “everything is falling apart around me,” week. But I have peanut butter toast, a snuggly puppy, and a book. So it’s going to be ok.

Today I got out of my car and this perfect little bud was inches from my face and that’s plenty, more than enough for me.

Find me in the forest, abandoning all attempts at feeling understood

How lovely it would be to not be perceived. To not have expectations or failures. To let existence be enough

My body is slow, my mind is heavy, and I don’t know if I should tell my coworkers I’m sorry my depression is causing short term memory loss

I wish I was born to a place that builds in time to sip some tea and appreciate the day