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" Please tell me
I’m not as forgettable
as your silence
is making me feel. "

It’s hard to put into words how this summer has been. The closest I can think of is that I’ve been smashed with a hundred metric tons of the brightest sunlight. It’s like the bricks I’ve been carrying have all turned into feathers blowing away in a temperate breeze. Removing the toxicity that was in my life last year and earlier this year (wether in the form of old jobs, old friends, old food, old clothes, or old spaces) has been like jumping into a cold river of progress. Like I didn’t know water could move so fast, and I feel so safe and it’s not too cold.