These are the days I need to write and yet I don’t. Words and thoughts swirl around my mind so quickly I don’t even notice them, my fingers can’t keep up.
Like florescent lights flickering too fast to be noticed except on a subliminal level, my thoughts storm my mind.
I have nothing to say and everything to share and none of it feels worthy or worthwhile so it stays trapped in my body, stuck in my cells.
I don’t know what it is I need to say to you. Except that life is hard. Life is hard and beautiful and terrible and lovely. I know how hard it is to be a human and I don’t mean to take it out on you.
The only thing that makes any sense right now is music.
And movement.
And rest.
And my love for you.
For all of you.
Here we are, trapped in the cosmic blob together. Held in the chaos within the void.
So maybe none of it matters, but in a good way.
Maybe none of it and all of it is just a piece of cosmic glitter.
Fatalism can be a bit comforting.
Or maybe I need to go eat something.
All of this to say, you are not alone. I promise you.
You may feel lonely. You may be lonely.
But you are not alone.
We are all just hurdling through time and space. And it’s hard to be a human.
Maybe I can be a dandelion next time.
What should we eat?
xox
Pretty Good Ugly 