bloat me up, bring me down.

Like a lazy dormant boa constrictor threatening to choke me to death.
Like a knife, twisting.
Like a huge balloon that won't stop inflating.
Like a ball of rolled-up guilt that tells me I'm a failure.

This is essentially what being full feels like to me nowadays. It gives me insomnia and such intense back pains. I want it to stop.




Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
- Sylvia Plath

prolegomenon.

Because pictures speak a thousand sharp, whispery words.
(none of these pictures are mine. if they are yours, thank you so much. they are beautiful.)