Elbow leaning on the coffee grinder
Humid feet sticking to the morning floor
Sadness emulates the thick air that swallows each movement
A decision that there can be nothing outside of your own kitchen
Beause you have nothing to offer the world in return for all it has to offer you
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I can’t even be calm enough to write about how anxious my lacking anxiety makes me feel does that make sense, no
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Not being as anxious anymore makes me want to have an anxiety attack and what the fuck I can’t tell what I feel.
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