Yay! I ran 2km in 14 minutes….and then i got blisters so that was the end. I’m excited though, it’s a pretty good feeling to run.
Coffee is bringing out my essence
of the person I thought was lost
and without warning I’m alive and moving
limbs and person, jumping menal gymnastics
My presentation sucks, if I worked at Hell’s Kitchen then I’d be dead within the first round or something. And I was wanting protein after the carb only breakfast.
Eggs on bread with walnuts, and a natto side dish. yum! I love nato
I ate all my pancakes before I remembered to take the pic, so here’s the lonely leftover!
Earl Grey tea with Belgian pancakes, topping was nutella, honey, peanut butter and cupcake frosting, ofc not all together.
She is silent.
Her tears are purple flowers blooming on dead memories.
Her hands still shake and its autumn leaves and naked branches you see instead of someone picking up the leftovers.
She is waiting.
For someone to pick up the phone and her eyesight to worsen, they’ve told her it would be soon enough.
She is bleeding.
Multiple mutilations and abuse sketch her skin in red and white, bandages in areas unreachable and marks unrecognizable in hidden places.
She is crying.
Loss is ever abundant, yet when it’s too close to home it’s immobilizing.
I can no longer reach her, we are too different.
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