speech coach

this is not the kind of fear that would mend. not even if i were courageous enough to tell him, let him hold me, and tell me it's all ok. it's not ok, it's detrimental.

but when the time comes, i'll start talking:

they all started small, almost trivial. but this randomness has taken over making my life unrecognizable...

this is how i'll start the narrative, i think i'll pick 'slapstick' to be the hovering theory.

gravity's light today.

proud of you.

sorry for myself.