We spoke of discomfort today and how we tend to sway from that which ties us up in knots and makes the sweat bead down our necks telling us to brawl or run.

Life is burdensome and exquisite. Elegant and brash. It begins to dull when the contrast is neutralized and we fade into a whisper of a life– tiptoeing toward death looking at what has been– turning on another screen, too demeaning to look back, dear god I have to distract these thoughts, can’t take the letdown– that spinning around the same white room, the clean crisp gloom of never challenging myself.

Timorousness manifesting into a unimpressive life– something I swear to fight against.