slow nothings

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 πŸ«• pressed her temple against my shoulderblade and said, β€œna-miss kita, ches.”

 

This is an unfinished draft of an unpublished piece originally dated July 22, 2024.

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