A Little Bit Of Soul Searching

i. there are days when my stars align just for me. my inner cosmos telling me to write about the pain. my inner cosmos telling me to expand the universe within. ii. there are days when my stars collapse. i am made of pure darkness. i am made of pure anxiety— terrified of not seeing the sun again. iii. there are days when my stars rise— like the infinite suns that they are. illuminating my being.

How do you tell people? How do you tell them that you’re exhausted even though you slept for 10 hours? How do you tell them that you need a break from talking and smiling and simply being near them? How do you tell them that although you love them, you so desperately need to be alone tonight?

Sometimes you have to forget what you feel, and remember what you deserve.

i wonder if magic is real, but only in a really mundane way.

My ankles never twist.  I’ve always been rather active, I did track for five years (all the running events), and one time while running I stepped in a hole, lost my shoe, and landed sprawling about five feet away.  I pulled my shoe on and kept running.