I used to have an old personal expression: “When I take off my skin, I’m crying…”


And I’ve reached that place again.


Any moment of quietness and solitude I get to myself, (which hasn’t been often lately) my chest begins to compress, and my eyes well with tears… the breath in my lungs struggles to inhale deeper and deflate flatter…

Is this pure neglect, or something more?



Something’s missing.





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