i will surge but i will not rage

its funny how all tests seem to boil down to expose one fundamental weakness. as if each ache attempts to chip away at this heavy chain, year after year. i am my own shackles, and i am so stubborn. here it goes.

i will surge but i will not rage.

slight

a list of words that are inside of me:

slight
self
slits
imperfect
touch
unsure
sun
wary
worn
heavy
young
hesitate
history
breathe



i have finished finals and i feel stunned numb by this quarter and how quickly time passes.
i often regret that i am not better at expressing myself.
i feel confined.



i need my redwoods.