how am i supposed to hang on to something i can't even touch. you threw a rope made out of thin air and i'm begging for you to listen: i'm suffocating in a wall and i feel like you're starting to fall, so please, for the mother of god, forget all the nuisances i recounted and focus on this simple task... get me out of here.
23.3.18 / do you ever write to a "you" but you never know who they are? because that's me. unrelated, but i'm feeling hyperaware of the feeling that i need validation every time i write, and it's making me anxious and sad because i'm addicted to getting positive feedback on my poems... and it's getting kind of toxic when i don't