swear to god i got a disease in my bones
called
squeezing inanimate objects and pretend its your palm
loved
truth is everything. its simple and cliche as can be. the breach of this breaks apart everything and makes our spaces vulnerable. in ourselves and others. sometimes we write about it.
i think @
Universe is mistaken saying your talents are wasted here. its a space to express. the audience is secondary. a different recourse is always an option but there's no wasted effort to worry about. we all know that habit is hard to break.
thanks