oh this is devastating in the quietest way... time composting instead of behaving is a personal attack, the chair moving a few centimetres did more damage than the thunder, and “burning stars, not butterflies” is such a calm mic drop it barely looks at you afterward; I closed this feeling rearranged, like something important got put back slightly crooked on purpose.
And everything in its place but the letter never comes.
I enjoy the structure of your sentences and the parsing of thoughts into words. And most of all I love metaphors of stars. 💫🎉🥂
oh this is devastating in the quietest way... time composting instead of behaving is a personal attack, the chair moving a few centimetres did more damage than the thunder, and “burning stars, not butterflies” is such a calm mic drop it barely looks at you afterward; I closed this feeling rearranged, like something important got put back slightly crooked on purpose.