scríbhneoireacht

a quiet reflection on anxiety, beauty, and the weight we carry even in the most peaceful places.

always hard to write about this. i normally don't, but today i did.

i frequently practice small talk in my free time. this is why i hang out with my cats over people. 

play risk by gracie abrams please !

growing tired of the sorry state of the world. hoping for good. 

originally wrote this piece as prose before i turned it into a poem, i think i prefer it that way. also finished my undergrad the last day, which is nerve racking in itself !

exam stress and general worries have led me to self-acceptance for the time being. it'll pass, it was brief.

sorry for writing this, but also not at all. 

open to the possibilities of a summer fling- something to get me through the days.

a poem about anxiety; couldn't make it into the pub last night, upset at myself and hoping next time i'll be able to.

will i ever be truly independent ? is it such a bad thing ?

i'm not all whole and healed yet. but i'm really trying to be.