(no subject)
Today I'm teetering on the edge of something.
Or a million somethings.
Like I've got a million things I need to do and I can fall into doing them or I can panic about the fact that I haven't done them and I've got no control over which way I tip.
Like I could get up and walk away and never come back and I really want to but at the same time I could move into these hills and never leave.
I'm on that level right between outerspace and shutters closed.
Or a million somethings.
Like I've got a million things I need to do and I can fall into doing them or I can panic about the fact that I haven't done them and I've got no control over which way I tip.
Like I could get up and walk away and never come back and I really want to but at the same time I could move into these hills and never leave.
I'm on that level right between outerspace and shutters closed.