Three weeks old

I can breathe, I don't sleep but at least I catch the sunrise and the sunset at least 4 times a week. And my nails don't have those cloudy marks in their growth. My cat curled into bed with me a few times this past month, her tongue isn't like sandpaper, is that not strange? I'm certainly grateful for the four pillows in my bed. My hair colour has changed four times since we said our goodbyes. Does it take 20 mins every day and every night to wash me out of your mind? I've dreamed of classrooms, baby foxes and bunnies. Waterslides, subways, and house parties, Spring break, sunglasses, and forgetting. Christmas dinners, shy smiles, more slides. Parking lots and addiction recovery romances.

Every encounter this year has so far been an experience all on its own.

PROGRESSIVE

I'M GONNA DO--HAVE TO DO--SOME BIG TINGS!

pro roger give press

grope rope verge pee

eve pog grieve perv

rep ripe veg serge

ever viper presser repress

Or maybe I'm just half asleep

As of late, I find myself acting out and speaking against almost everything I had thought I believed in. This is the uncontrollable rebellion of my own self. I swear to you I'm more surprised than you and I swear to you I'm lying. If anyone has seen my missing soul, may you please lure her, keep her safe, and return her back to me.