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.