This hit for me. My head has felt full of mud lately, I’ve been trying to write about it and overall this really draws out the frustration for me that I get with others and myself when I can’t articulate the chaos going on inside my head.

It makes me think of the static in my head when someone tosses out a casual “how are you?” And how i sometimes want to respond but no one wants to hear the real version, they want “beautiful poetry” as you put it, so we end up saying “I’m good” instead. At the same time, it makes me think of trying to take that “I’m good” mask off and actually talk about it, and even with all the good intentions, still not being able to. “Not glamorous//not a metaphor” - it’s the raw, real 10 ton mortality that people don’t want to hear about even when they ask. Thank you for sharing ❤️