i never

meant to be the needle that broke your back.

my suitcase has yet to be unpacked, my hair is not brushed, a song is on repeat, i ache all over, im sleeping in days clothing, and that includes my shoes. curling up on the couch  that is my bed. my veins and arteries are running with cabernet, i had my first panic attack today in the lincoln tunnel, not so lovely.

senses are altered daily.

its beautiful, and i am loving every frightening and glorifying second of it.

love.love