it was everywhere. under my skin, around me, pulling everything inward. i could have held it back. but it would have cost more than i could afford. so i stopped trying. by the time it passed, i couldn’t tell what was mine anymore. i think we left ourselves there. 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘭, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 (𝘩), 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳, 4814 × 3455 px, 2026