Do you have favorites? Favorite food, books, clothes, color, music, people?
What makes these things your favorite? Habit? Familiarity? P0pularity?
I have been in pain this summer and trying to figure out why. Why am I in pain? Why am I sad? Today, I realized it's because I am not a favorite. And it hurts. It hurts to inhale and exhale. I have to be careful to not breathe too deeply or I might crack open.
There are things I could do to make myself a favorite, but I cannot bring myself to do them. It goes against everything I am.
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I see you, my sister. You are absolutely one of my most favorite, top 10 people in the world. But I know that is not what you are talking about. I love you.
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