Let's talk internet.
Sometime during the last year this vague feeling has me choking on sea foam.
like being me is wrong.
in the past I was ready and willing to rebel against this feeling.
but. now.
i'm choking on sea foam.
it feels wrong to be in this skin.
to speak.
to paint.
to write.
to cook.
to laugh.
to kiss.
to believe.
to practice.
to kiss.
to believe.
to practice.
something has to give.
Mr. Husband and I once were talking about how I wantedneededlongeddesired a teacher. A mentor. Gosh golly, a friend.
to help me grow.
because baby, this disconnect is lonely.
anyway, internet, you'll do for today.
