There is something ablaze in the pit of my stomach right now. I can’t sleep. I think I might throw up. It’s anxiety. This fire isn’t real, but it hurts all the same. I need someone to save me. I need to save […]
I do not recycle. I keep everything lined up where I can see it. I don’t “re-use.” I let everything live as it was born to. I’ll hold it in my hands until it hurts. I refuse to waste, but I never recycle.