Is There Anything to Pour?
this is what it means to spiral
no, i don’t think so. that’s the answer to my question. i won’t say i’m empty. it’s just that all that I have to give is currently locked up, they're safely tucked away from prying public eyes. i put them in a box and i insist they stay hidden. bold of me to assume they won’t spill.
i want to put out something happy for once because i am indeed a happy girl. it just seems that every time I say to express my emotions, the hidden ones see it as avenue to be let free. the smile on my face crooked now.
i’m tired. this won’t be me waxing lyrical on a specific emotion. no, there’s nothing to say, let my silence speak words to you. i’m tired but i won’t skip this because consistency is key. all the greats have said it so i’m taking a page from their book and being consistent. baring my inadequacies regardless.
yes I'm tired, fatigued , exhausted, all from a load i don’t even know i’m carrying.
