i thought my garden was totally done for after the freeze, but everything came back. the colors are so bright and the flowers are thriving, it feels like i got a second chance at something beautiful after thinking it was all over.
so my family sent funeral flowers to my old name and a sympathy card to me like, congrats on dying but here’s a nice plant. I guess I should be thankful they thought I needed something to remember the “me” that was never really alive anyway.
i was looking through old notebooks today and found a list of places i wanted to visit and now it feels like every one of those dreams is just collecting dust, i swear my phone is just full of unfinished messages that will never be sent, like my brain is literally stuck on replay, scrolling and scrolling but not finding a single person to reach out to.
i was looking through old notebooks today and found a list of places i wanted to visit and now it feels like every one of those dreams is just collecting dust, i swear my phone is just full of unfinished messages that will never be sent, like my brain is literally stuck on replay, scrolling and scrolling but not finding a single person to reach out to.
so like, after two years of doctors telling me my pain is just stress, i decided to take up interpretive dance, thinking maybe if i literally embody my pain, someone would finally see me. honestly, at this point i might just start moonlighting as a walking cautionary tale at health fairs or something.