i feel everything so sharply today.
they are stabbing me with their little forks and i am using books and hikes as a defense but i am afraid. i am penetrable.
they are cackling and sitting on my chest and crushing my lungs. they are flitting through the edges of my vision so the world closes in on me. claustrophobia. trapped in the open air, under the wide california sky.
i cannot talk to anyone today. please forgive me. you do not understand my heart.
the monsters have stolen the crayons. they are scribbling it black.
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is this how it's going to be, for all these dark months?
