I thought I had l tucked you away,
liminal spaces, for expressionless faces.
when I think about you . . .
I hope
you’re okay.
I wish
I was.
I saw your face on ig or was it id?
Now checking the thread,
41 days on read,
*31 from delivered
a flow chart of anxiety where each question leads to a variation of infinite spirals.
thought about all the data in the file, it was fun to compile. The systems flagged it high risk and bestie said if could squiggle a sharpie on a trashcan it would be better friend than you. It’s not devaluation nor splitting if I pull as you push. Sometimes logic prevails despite heart fails.
Enjoy your girl dinner sitting alone,
I am a ghost but this is my home.
*hey just thinking about you. No pressure to respond just wanted you to know.