i think the issue is how long each hour in my day seems. how many times i can check my phone…i’ve been like that for a while. time moving so slow. and then words came and filled up the silence. i didn’t mind that the moments tarried. but i washed into silence again. how dramatic i can be. dreading to be with just me. just me. quietly.

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