What I Mean When I Do Not Control The Hyperfixation.

need to eat out an anxious over-achiever girl so good she sleeps for hours while i cook her food in the underwear she just came in

To be me but never be.

Second tier. Afterthought.

A message? Maybe. Probably not.

Pretty good. Good enough.

Forever second-guessing.

Oh, you’re still here?

Definitely likeable.

Totally forgot you told me that.

One-sided connection.

Do you really know me?

Do you want to? Or care to?

You ever hear that old chestnut about how most people neglect the part of the story of Icarus where he also had to avoid flying too low, lest the spray of the sea soak his feathers and cause him to fall and drown? You ever think about how different the world would be if Icarus died that way instead? If the idiom was to Fly To Close To The Sea? A warning against playing it far too safe, about not stretching your wings and soaring properly? You ever think about how Icarus died because he was happy?

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter featured in The Letters of Edna St. Vincent Millay

April, 1932 The diary of Anaïs Nin [Volume One: 1931-1934]

... stained glass ...

National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne, Australia

The stained-glass ceiling forms an abstract puzzle, a vibrant mosaic of color and light that transforms the space.

Dearest swirly brain,

I know that most days you hate yourself.

You hate feeling so out of control, so burdensome.

Dark fog and rapid heat consume every fold, every corner.

You want peace, or relief.

But dearest swirly brain, you are more.

You are a culmination of decades of feelings and LIFE.

Vibrancy and light and contrast.

You are always moving.

Evolving. Changing. Learning.

You are so wildly and authentically human.

Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "White Owl Flies Into and Out of the Field," featured in A Century of Poetry in the New Yorker