there is always that small little nagging at you about something or another that you learn to ignore as you overeat and undersleep and get bad dreams about something ridiculous like social media or death of loved ones and you can't help but think about the bags under your eyes and how hard they are to cover up, no matter how much makeup is applied. the bruises and cuts also are an absolute pain, but they don't bear as much weight, you can't help them but you could sleep more. every two seconds takes ten years to pass and you can't help but inhale and exhale words as if they are the very oxygen and salt that keep you running, that rust out all the clogs and nails in your machinery and your bones are all tarnished and greened. your feet bear the weight of all these dark thoughts and all you can do is try to make them less of a burden.
