I’m jealous of this eight yr old bc she can french braid her own hair
My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me. I attend to everything, dreaming all the while. […]. I’m two, and both keep their distance - Siamese twins that aren’t attached.
I am cutting out. Cutting out the pieces of me that need. That coil and cling and attach themselves, that require and desire. Watch me siphon me drip by drop until I am spent, a shell of an empty skin