Toast.
A little jam, perhaps some butter: this is what I’ve become.
Mentally, emotionally, physically I’m extended to the point where my thinness is transparency. I’m twisted, torn, contorted, contrite and shatteredly-confused.
To be honest the last few weeks have been so intense I would be moved to tears if I wasn’t so tired that I could be moved to them.
One day I receive a bursary. The next day: they want $400 of it back. One day I understand everything I read and life makes sense; the next day I can’t string together two words.
I’m realizing I need to write more. I need to do more art. I need to find more expression. There’s something pushing me forward and something pulling me back.
Me I’m just trying not to stand still.
