cavefish

cavefish

cavefish

sometimes the fear creeps in so much that i'm forced to drink more coffee and have another donut.Β 

i’m not sure it exists.
the most secure space. just this freedom from feeling anything other than what you feel. there’s always been something in the way. a text. a cyst. a comma. my mother. texting me to call her. wanting to meet this weekend to “talk.”

just dragging out the faith in me. blind with a purpose.

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