baths are good mourning.
thinking. i'm slowly
realizing where my words
fit in this world, but i don't
want to be defined by the
limits other people put on
me. i want the ness. i
want the barless free.
rebellion isn't what i'm
looking for.
it's the open space,
not the empty space.
it's the having,
not the wanting.
it's the magma,
not the fireplace.
i feel as if i may have coined the word 'ness' as a singular noun but there are many uncertainties in this world that are just destined to stay perpetually murky so who knows