she wants me to write my life down. before i thought writing made things worse, but she says it'll make me better. at this point, i'll do anything to get better.
she wants me to take pen to paper, but i know my sloppy handwriting will make my thoughts seem even messier than they already are and it may just push me off the edge. here the words are all written in georgia and can be erased without a scribble to cover them or eraser marks failing to smudge away the mistakes.
out of all the guidelines she gave me, writing seems the easiest. the food, the sleep, the socializing, the mood board, and everything else she wants me to do just feels impossible. i can't change my entire life all at once.
we don't even really know what exactly is wrong or what needs fixing.
maybe she's not wrong. maybe writing my life down will help.
YOU ARE READING
exhale
Poetry"can i exhale for a minute? can i get this out in the open?" a collection of feelings molded into mediocre poems
