Corset Blues


I write poetry, stories, madness. I transcribe my life into words. Beauty can be found anywhere and I guess I'm here chasing after my muse. Yet again. To contact:

Day 12

I’m either too full or too hungry.

The weekend is going to be a scorcher.

I want a slurpeeeee.

I will never ever take slurpees for granted ever again.

I wonder how people in Somalia do it. Handle it. Day in, day out, in the savage unforgiving sun. Walking for miles without food and water.

It makes me respect them. Makes me respect their dignity in the face of their hunger and thirst because here I am, in the relative comfort of my own house with a fan and a roof over my head and I’m still barely able to handle the heat, the hunger and the thirst.

They have it ten times worse.

Just. Wow.

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