Making Myself A Home, Late Late & Always Moving

November 2023 / Nightmares & Morning Pages

11/2: I got stuck somewhere else this morning, again as I laid in bed, bullet holes in my phone. I can write about blood & piss & waste & dust but I don’t yet know how to write sorrow or explosions, black out or annihilation or hopelessness. I cover my eyes to cry even when I’m alone. This morning, I want to be held tightly for the rest of my life. I wa…