Sometimes saying things takes a lot out of you. Shit man…Feels like you’re reaching your entire arm down your throat and trying to grab something. You can only operate by feel, down there in the dark, no matter your personal level of dexterity.. You touch something, feel it right on your fingertips, but you can’t fucking breathe because this hurts, you have a metaphorical arm down your throat.
You grip something and you try to pull it out.
That shit will shred your esophagus, feels like you’re trying to pull out 50 fish hooks,,,blood and mucus and tears wait at the end of the task..
Fucking difficult. Being alive is fucking difficult sometimes and making that statement really isn’t making a statement at all.
“of course it is”
Have you not been paying attention? How could you be so naive? Of course the thing you’re describing is difficult, that’s kind of the point.
Jotting it down makes you feel better, that is an undeniable truth I’ve found. Of course chemicals make you feel better but that’s the bitch route.
Animals don’t deal with this. I don’t think they speak this language. Cats and dogs just want love and happiness and food and water. And to hunt, to just be an animal.
I think,,,,(nobody cares),,,, I think you can circumnavigate all of this by choosing where you look.I think “you” are the only one that gets to decide what matters,except for taxes and war and nefarious characters trying to hurt you, trying to harvest your organs.
dawn 