“I sit down in the shower, curl my knees into my chest, notice my creativity swirl and bloom, but feel exhausted by the time I make it to an empty page.” I really felt this. It’s very much been a when it rains it pours kind of season for me too. Your letters always feel so precious, so I’m glad amidst it all you were able to share one with us 🫶🏽
I remember reading your poetry years ago on instagram. So happy to see you‘re now also in the Substack space :)
“I sit down in the shower, curl my knees into my chest, notice my creativity swirl and bloom, but feel exhausted by the time I make it to an empty page.” I really felt this. It’s very much been a when it rains it pours kind of season for me too. Your letters always feel so precious, so I’m glad amidst it all you were able to share one with us 🫶🏽