TheFacelessPainter

at least twice a day, i find myself wishing i was less. less of a worrier. less of a lover. less of a mess. all of this would be so much better, if the disconnect between what i want and what i have would close because then things would be simple for the first time in years. and i could inhale without wondering what kind of consequences it will have five minutes from now. you can only imagine what really goes through my mind in the time it'll take you to breathe in and out. now hold it. like i've been holding this thought for months— the girl i was is quickly vanishing. i've been holding it like a secret on the tip of