poetry from the tempered edge
Friday morning: I feel too full of can't this morning. Can't cope. Can't deal with it. But I am trying to can. Friday evening: I could I did I can
trying to find my voice - trying to keep going + trying to be positive / trying to just be * the 2020s so far have been challenging and I wonder what's next love hope questions pointers to memories a stack of work a heap of new change