heart bomb.

I’m trying my darnedest not to think too much about this upcoming move, beyond the obvious every-single-conceivable-minor-detail-and-possible-negative-outcome, because, you know… Anxiety.

In the sense of broader emotional loss and adjustment to come, however, I have made earnest attempts to avoid contemplation. I endeavour to continue with this plan of attack, and generally keep my head in the sand.

Poor baby leafy, no nanny or poppy or uncles.
Not thinking though. No no no no no no no nonononononononono. No.

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