writing from the in-between of healing & hurting, softness & rage, silence & scream; this space is for the ghosts i carry, and the selves i’m still becoming.

005 | oh, old instinct to hustle — you don’t rule me here.

there is this dangerous thing where
instead of keeping your thing going
you start feeling like you need to “create content”

i am struggling with it right now,
feeling i need to constantly produce output
feeling i can't stop posting
because that's what we're used to

but this place is not supposed to be a constant stream of nothingness,
a fast-lived corner of the internet,
one of the thousands of thousands edges you reach,
just to be swept into the next swirl of “content”

i want to share thoughts and feelings and breaths
and sometimes that includes the silence in-between

#whattheflowersknow #againsttherush