too often i find myself feeling like my head is a balloon full of helium tethering itself to my neck by a ribbon curled with an open pair of scissors
too often i find myself telling myself that this isnβt a good way to feel, that this is how it started last time, that i should eat more food, drink less coffee but more *****.
too often i taste him underneath my fingernails and wonder how long it will take for my cuticles to forget him and wonder when the nightmares might give it a rest, because i could use some sleep.