Serious, it's serious now.
The pit of my stomach chews over the overflow of thoughts I swallowed.
I am exhausted, yet sleep feels like something that belongs to other people like speedos and mohawks.
You inspired someone today. That should be enough to calm you.
You made a new zine friend, you saw a movie about Babies.
You went to a birthday party, dressed up for yourself.
Does it balance out the other things?
The buying the thing you needed the very very very least,
The close to stitches without trying,
The smiling not because you are happy about happy things
If it doesn't rain, tomorrow night I might pitch a tent in the backyard and sleep in it.
This is one of the photos that is going to appear in an online writing anthology in October.
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