i am so scared to say things anymore. i mean, i am scared to say them, but i say them anyway. i have started to expand - my sentences are lacking contractions. or maybe they are gaining extra words. i am eating too many chips.

we both have a space between the wall and the desk - hanging in midair - that we stare at for a very long time. it is the sterile syringe that collects fluid from behind our eyes and lets the oxygen settle in our lungs. it is calm. we are not so different. we are almost exactly the same.