i’m not a big believer in meaningful suffering, but the bliss i’m chasing is gonna be breathtaking after this. life has been sharp, running off the road, hard to open for. underneath all of it, though, i can still feel it humming, what i’m here for, what i’m here to manifest and create. it’s the mind, i think. closely. the itchiness of consciousness. little loops. the spaces where a poem gets in.