Life is…
What I grapple with. It is unwinding certain pens from the curls in your hair so you can write with them. It is reading certain texts that cause you to re-examine and re-evaluate your preexisting norms. Life is confusing, and life can be brief, but it definitely happens every day and you have to accept that.
The amount of things that I put up mental barriers against accepting is insane. For so long, SO long, there were people walking all over me. There were people who were actively hurting me by passive ignoring, time and time again. A friendship is just not REAL to me if you don’t at least send the occasional text message or sign of life. A friend you can feel. You know when they are coming around because they have made the effort, and they want to see you.
I will grapple with this, I will grapple with this, for life. Little segments, bits of writing - it feels dangerous and of-the-moment to reach such a juncture
