I am a mosaic of everything that I have ever loved, but also of everything else – of the dust and of the dirt that surrounds me, that which I cannot help but breathe in too, as I inhale, inhale, and spin, alongside the spinning earth.

life is but a dream (my banal nightmare)

we might not always be young, but our lives will always be bright.

a dream. distanced. as today had felt. and as i have felt, living this life, in northern california.

the thought plummets back into my body. my body is the store of all that could have been.

i made my way to the crossing, cars whizzing past, blurring into the backdrop of the weeping night sky, and there it was. the call of the void.

i am surrounded by shrubs and flowers. the flowers are yellow. i don’t know what they’re called, but most of them are wilting.

because honestly, what is there to her, really, except a shell of who she once was?

i’m struggling to stay afloat – the last thing i want is to drown.