girlbrains
it feels like a sentence to decide what i want to do here. i know that i am not resigned to lie down in one set of railroad tracks for the rest of my life waiting for the end to barrel down on me but it FEELS that way and oh the stress it's a killer
i can think of a million things that are softer, finer, smoother than your hands but there is not one thing i'd rather have hold me up.
i am flailing
you know what i am
i hear it from everyone
it still stings
to hear it from you
because
you are real
you count
you matter
and
i lose my footing when i lose you