I Used to Laugh at the People Who Watched Birds

Now, I am one of them

Picture is a part of author’s collection. ❤

Exhaustion is real. The chronic kind that doesn’t seem to dissipate with sleep, the kind that lingers beneath my exterior that is bubbly, caffeinated delirium.

I remember everything. I don’t remember anything. Every other heartbeat contradicts the one that came before it, challenging my status as a living being, calling…