Unfit

Sometimes things are that way. They come so slowly and then all at once. Dense and heavy and unrelenting.

Surrounded by people I love who come from all directions and every different corner of my life. Not being sure which is most me or if that matters or why I just love and hold all these people at once.

Feeling like I should feel more important than I do and wondering what I could mean to people.

Being unsatisfied with my own work, doubting what any of it could be worth.

Seeing who I was four years ago and who I am now. Wondering where I fit in to my own life.

Not being sure that I do.

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