Being honest, from the constant comparing of myself to others, to sitting on content, to feeling like I’m running out of time- I’ve been having a hard time with myself. I think about death and all the opportunities it has to surprise me. An empty expiration date stamped on the insides of my eyelids. This overwhelming feeling of emptiness has me in its mouth-and emptiness needs to me filled. From going back to school, to endless nights working on my book- I’m trying to find the language most people don’t know I have inside of me. I’m eagerly waiting for a transformation, but maybe it has happened already. 🤔