excerpts from may

taken from my journal. i. i wanted to write about something that was bothering me, but there was a green bug right next to my journal. i picked it up gently with my pen and brought it to the window, watched it fly away. i no longer feel like writing anything. ii. "there lives a young girl in me who will not die, she is no longer me, and i no longer her, but she stares back when i look in the…