Break all these walls.

Here we are. Take two.

It’s after 8pm and the voice is so….velvety.

It took longer tonight to recognize it. Despite the time, I had chips to “round out” my dinner. It was an excuse. I see that now.

I wanted more…something. I don’t know what I wanted from it. It hurts to slow down to search for the answer.

The past week–two weeks?–are starting to wear on me. I thought it would be getting easier, but I think maybe it’s getting harder. It’s time for me to start writing.