Alara
@paperthin
“For I have known them all already, known them all—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.”
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Things had been feeling like they might actually be going okay for a while. Now it’s . . . too much. Everything is too much.
I’ve been oddly numb to it and even to the pain, but tonight I felt it all.
I walk past all the stores in town that I’ve walked by hundreds of times. Looking in the windows and creating stories about the people I see. I always imagine that everyone’s life is better than mine. It has to be. I want it to be.
I notice too much. Every little thing in a room about a person, place, anything, feels like it’s giving off a signal, like everything is trying to communicate with me. That’s why I love neat, well-organized rooms. There’s less noise and my head feels calm.