May 15, 2025
it's starting to smell so overly stale and used yet again, like old memories i buried deep in my heart so they never surfaced again, and a weird sort of warmth on my body that i associate with deep confusion and dire red signs of alert, this is not me. or this is me, but i cannot comprehend my body, my brain in such a setting as that on the canvas of life. and days have grown hotter, so has my head. i'm still guarding my mind so it doesn't break, my heart so it doesn't break again. if writing this changes anything, i could use a cool breeze of visible moving change in the hung, slowed down summer day of life.