breathethe moment you realize you have been holding it — all of it — for far too long. not drowning dramatically. just quietly suffocating in a room that forgot to let any air in. someone has to remind you. sometimes you have to write it on the wall for yourself.
burgerthe absurd gravity of a small desire. you have dressed for importance, shown up with all your weight and darkness — and what you want, embarrassingly, urgently, is this. appetite doesn't negotiate with dignity.
burning inwardthe feeling of containing something urgent in a world that is asking you to wait. you are all heat and no outlet — glowing with something unspent, somewhere between ready and unraveling, sitting still because you have not yet been given permission to begin.
cafethe comfort of a place that asks nothing of you. you drove until the world thinned out, until there was nothing left but a sign still glowing for nobody, a road that forgot where it was going. something died here once. you stayed anyway.
check your mailthe mundane urgency of waiting for something that will change everything. you are radiant with anticipation, burning at the edges — and still you refresh, still you scroll, still you reduce the enormity of what you're hoping for into a tiny rectangle of light. as if grace arrives in your inbox.
chemistrythe terrifying thing about it is that it isn't a choice. two people get close and something ignites between them — unasked for, uncontrollable, spreading downward like a reaction that was always going to happen. you didn't decide to feel this. your molecules did.
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