Its all encompassing
The rising, teeming with an overfilled cup
Faint outlines through the scarf
Toes flat
Ears up
Fingers knocking
The light is almost too much
But my shoulders droop
My eyes fall
My exhale is a crutch,
I knew better.
This is my first blog post. The truth is, even if no one sees this or gives a fuck about it, I might need it. I think the less expectations I have about anything, the more I set myself up for success. Is that brave or cowardly? Who am I to think I can prepare for all eventualities? Existentialism aside, I need to feel like I’m not fucking losing my mind in Excel spreadsheets or the only person who looks around and wonders how the FUCK everyone else seems to have their act together.
“If you are looking to the side, you aren’t looking forward. Comparison is the devil.”
Well idk what drivers ed you took, but peripheral vision is automatic.
Spew Anew 