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