🌙🖤THE NIGHT DESK OPENS
I don’t really know when this started. It doesn’t feel like a beginning so much as a continuation of something I didn’t realize I was already doing.
It’s 4:00am again. Or something close to it. Time feels approximate here, like it’s been softened at the edges.
I’ve been building this space slowly without calling it anything. I think I finally have to call it something now.
So I’m calling it a diary.
Not because it’s neat or organized, but because I keep returning to it.
There are frogs here too. I don’t know why that part is consistent, but it is. Some things don’t need explaining to stay true.
Mostly I think I just needed a place where thoughts don’t have to be finished to exist. Where they can just land and stay as they are.
I used to think I was trying to document things. Now I think I’m just trying to notice them without interrupting too much.
That might be the same thing. I’m not sure yet.
What I do know is that this feels like sitting down at a desk in the middle of the night and realizing it was mine the whole time.
So I’ll keep coming back here.
Not to finish anything.
Just to write it down while it’s still here.
