u know how they say “this too shall pass” well what if it doesn’t? in a way that what if “this” keeps happening over and over again and it doesn’t feel like it’s passing at all?
the loneliness of your 20s sits on the back of your neck as you try to stand up straighter. you cut your nails too close to your skin, and it takes everything in you just to buy eggs and milk at the grocery store. nostalgia is a backseat driver next to you on your drive home