via Daily Prompt: Abstract
I’m listening to The Rankins and watching my weekend scatter in iridescence, crafting an idea of a girl.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m going insane. And yet, I know I’m not. I have people, knowledge and power and for the most part, I trust my instincts.
I feel though, this pressure to always be the cleanest, safest, softest version of whatever people expect. And I just can’t pull that off all the time. Sometimes people push hard enough that I get ‘loud.’
Sometimes it all looks as tortured and un-yielding as scrap-metal, taken from a marvel of engineering down to an unrecognizable piece of something twisted and mutilated beyond belief.
And I have to walk away, fighting the urge to run into the other unknown.
Everything will be alright, trust me. Please. I love you 🙂