I feel a bit like a mute.
I’m in no condition to be fooling around with modern language. But I couldn’t sleep. I’ve been trying to go back to sleep for the last 3 hours but my brain is hellbent on making me write, or jump off a bridge. Figured I’d take the milder approach.
I keep staring at the screen to my phone. It looks like an alien device.
We come in peace.
Thinking a lot.
But it won’t come out in full thoughts. At least not censored enough for me to feel safe about leaving them exposed.
My dear dear words.
They’re as sensitive as I am.