to love is to give some wiggle room (draft)
i am a walking tremor, with a mind always unsure whether things in front of me are real or not. my brain often goes to the worst possible outcome, a survival instinct heightened β perhaps too heightened to ever be of use against any threat to life β while my body brace for impact. for the entire twenty four days, i walk into that classroom like a hallow object. my body flickering on and off, while my mind was off to battle somewhere else. i was anywhere but present. and then π« pressed her temple against my shoulderblade and said, βna-miss kita, ches.β
This is an unfinished draft of an unpublished piece originally dated July 22, 2024.