i have this lump in my throat that refuses to budge.
it gets worse when i sit down to write, like there’s something i need to say,
but i can’t quite find it. it’s living somewhere in my body, maybe right behind my eyelids, making all of my systems function a few degrees from where they should.
my heart’s a little bit confused, i think.
there’s this strange communication among my body parts—
i tend to walk in the wrong direction when i’m thinking about you.