I surrender...
Microfiction.
The endless streams of tears flow down my face as I lay in bed. I’m mentally exhausted and the hard thumping in my chest begins to grow. Ruminating over shit that shouldn’t matter. I’m too consumed in the what-ifs, refusing to let them go. But what if I did?
The inspiration…
The what-ifs that keep us from sleeping because we need regular reassurance that life is truly ok even when shit goes sideways. We put ourselves through turmoil + agony as we trek towards the peak of anxiety and watch how it debilitates us both mentally + physically. The what-ifs that keep us from living because we haven’t learned how to let them go.
I wanna experience the relief of what that feels like when I finally do.
Peace,
Alex B
This photo… kinda reminds me of… presenting as fine on the outside but slowly melting away inside because of all the random bs that torments you at night. The shoulda, coulda, wouldas that you don’t dare say out loud cause you know you’d sound insane if you did… whew - just out here presenting as normal.