one day at a time. my head hurts feeling like i'm sprinting
one day at a
my head hurts feeling like i'm sprinting in the same
this headache from staying up late and for what?
tomorrow will i man up and practice what i learnt?
this insecurity, this uncertain, shakable feeling.
the annoying inflection that makes a statement
sound like a question. that awkward bead of sweat
that makes existing appear more difficult than it is.
all of it. slowly will dismantle.
bring it to a boil, melt it and
cast iron into the image of myself i longed to