Closer to the Flame
Anxiety is radiating out from my core. I feel like I’m going to throw up. Or burst into tears. Or both.
My body is screaming. Screaming at me to figure it out. To figure out what’s wrong so I can make it stop.
Make it stop.
How come when it feels like something’s not good for us we crave it. We pull it closer.
How come when it feels like we’re getting burned, we draw ourselves closer to the flame?
Taken in Keswick, Ontario. Because you know I’m all about that forgotten, deteriorating aesthetic.