need to cook some willscuella yuri...

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need to cook some willscuella yuri...
Late nights.
Quiet world.
Loud thoughts.
~beccawise7💜🖤
I think my problem is I love too much.
I don't know what I'm doing here.
I just know my head is loud and my feelings don't fit anywhere else.
So I'm putting them here.
there’s a specific kind of exhaustion that comes from functioning correctly.
nothing is wrong.
nothing is better.
i complete what is required of me.
i remove what is unnecessary.
the silence afterward is not peace.
it’s just what remains.
A single reverberating thought serves as a personal reminder. The tidal wave of reality harshly breaks me from my dissociation. I find myself drifting there a lot these days, to my place of absolute nothing. The unknown of it all is a welcoming comfort, providing a separation from the living which is filled with a different type of uncertainty.
There are patterns everywhere, in the shifting skies, upon the enduring earth , or floating among the astral expanse. It only takes a moment to see it, but even in the stars, I can still see myself and my ever changing story beside their humble places in the untamed universe.