DISSONANCE. You ever feel like everything’s too short? Too small? I feel like that sometimes. Sometimes, I feel like I’m always falling short.
Like I’m too small. Like I’m always missing something—or everything’s always missing something. Like life was a jigsaw puzzle and the piece that is me doesn’t fit anywhere. Like my body does things I don’t want it to and my mind has nothing on my thoughts.
Like I’m the audience and the cast all at the same time. Like I’m always too slow. Too slow to move forward in this river… Never drifting back to where I started, no— Always just a little behind, Until I can’t reconcile the me in the river with the me in my scrapbook.
The me in my mind never counted. Everyone’s busy living. Tearing out a place for themselves. Some are cool going with the flow. I don’t want to go with the flow, but I don’t seem to have
