Dec 23, 2019
6 min read
on overfeeling, overloving, overwanting
i miss the way i used to write. i miss the flustered, unpolished unconcerned flutter of it, heart-burping, heart-vomiting, the vile wet unglued matter all pouring out without agonizing, without the cutting board, the post-production stage. i miss the teenage bedroom writing with my cadence, my sentences, so imperfect, so uncut, so overzealous and heaving with want beyond anything i could ever hope to articulate. i miss…
