In the absence of a center

some days i care too much.other days, not at all.i swing between urgency and numbness,between needing to be seenand wanting to disappear. i attach myselfto whatever moves,a reaction, a message,a silence that feels louder than it should.and i call it feeling.i call it being alive. but the truth is,i’m scattered.and i know it. i keep Continue reading In the absence of a center