if i didn’t have context as to the situation being referenced here, i think i’d read this and be like, “um what the fuck am i saying” but to me, this piece encapsulates a situation with absolute precision. that’s rad imo. writers can tuck personal elements into their pieces and no one else will be able to find them. a secret in plain sight. ✨ ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ in these collective weeks, a twig wedged itself between the wooden doorframe that separates pressurized air from the place where breathing comes easily. the stick - a mediator of sorts, though it did not resolve anything. rather, conflict began the moment it intervened.
light enough to pick up and relocate, but too fragile to pull from beneath the colossal weight of ligenous partitions, i had one foot inside a room i keep trying to forget - the other, out the door.