I, for the first time, truly wonder and desire what it would be like to sit fetal.
I can’t right now, I’m on the train
Burdened by depression, a claustrophobic scene of miscarriage, a cloudy soul amidst the rays of sun, stand forth with hopes of unknotting this bundle of confusion that sits so deep pitted in my stomach.
cocteau twins did not help. serengeti did not help.

But assisting, prompted to exercise my mind and showcase it genuinely did. spirit of clarity and bravery showed me grace.