Two hours and fifteen minutes later I was crying with my forehead on the cold bathtub. Lol.
Can't fight the process...
I was listening to a playlist of music from my teen years and I guess it triggered emotions. I wasn't even crying about heartbreak, or anything in particular. Moreso, it was a release of ALL things, of being human and trying to remain standing after each blow, grieving all that is lost.
I'm glad I cried. No sense in being stoic when no one is here to shame me for being human. The tears didn't last very long and I feel better, and now I want to make art.
2:12 p.m. - 2022-02-24