I tend to see the good in peoplemy brain is proficient at turning bad behaviorinto excuses “They must have meant this” or“Obviously they care about me because….” or my favorite“They must just be going through their own thing” excuses that slowly eat me aliveI re-create narrativesof who they are as humansensuring to erase any negative... Continue Reading →
Unraveling
I like to think of myself as a spool of yarnthe other person pulls; unraveling me ever soslightly with each small tug. I lose pieces of myselfI grow smaller, weakerAs time wears on the once thick yarn now barelycovers the spool - its foundation poking out between each fine stringThe tugs at the string are... Continue Reading →
Less
I'm not sure if I feel in the same way I used to... I feel, I do But, it's less... LESS raw LESS real....like a perpetual dream Pain feels dimensions awayMaybe because like with anything your body adapts just like your hands your heart calluses over so that it can no longer be rubbed raw... Continue Reading →
K.J Stafford 