There are nights I can only word vomit
Because my thoughts are too tangled up
And I have two cats in my bed so it could be dangerous to figure out the lines .
I could get stuck from trying too hard like I always do .
But if I do nothing I am left with the weird sensations of emptiness that crawls up slowly and from nails to lips the anxiousness of unmet expecations spreads.
“ it is both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so deeply „