Heavy doesn’t begin to describe how I’m feeling. These emotions are still in my body…all three of them…belaying from my rib cage, plunging their feet into my gut, bouncing down my femur, and finally nuzzling onto my kneecap by day. They hike back up through my organs to repeat the expedition night after night. It’s a game to them. Fishing from my heart without any care when the hook gets caught.
Army of Melancholy
Army of Melancholy
Army of Melancholy
Heavy doesn’t begin to describe how I’m feeling. These emotions are still in my body…all three of them…belaying from my rib cage, plunging their feet into my gut, bouncing down my femur, and finally nuzzling onto my kneecap by day. They hike back up through my organs to repeat the expedition night after night. It’s a game to them. Fishing from my heart without any care when the hook gets caught.