Monday, January 16, 2023

too much me



When I feel whole, I am a small sun, burning warm, nourishing light. When I am in fear, I worry that I am a tall fluorescent bulb, squinting eyes, and aching heads. It is during these moments of fear that I wonder if I am too much, too much me. 

And so off I go to be alone, to hide and hide 
at home.

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