There is a thunderstorm of words inside my mind, of dreams deferred, of what society has written for each of us and of how small and unaccomplished you feel for disobeying its rules, of feeling nothing but fear, and anger, and angst, and feeling your accomplishments, and battles so lost and insignificant. And still, you have to carry on, swimming on your own, as you are used to, not sinking deep into this huge wave you have no control over.
August 9, 2021
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