If you rush I stay in my head fixing my face. Give me a minute to get stupid. That is when it gets good both.
Tag: attention
A good morning. A song. A nearly. Then silence for three days. I am not starving. I hate being fed in teaspoons by a coward.
This Book Is Mental I’ve seen this book gaining traction over the past few weeks, and initially, I wasn’t intrigued. But the chatter on social media was relentless, everyone was talking about it, from groups to pages. Someone even claimed…
I can feel when you are half in the room. Hands on me, eyes on a screen, I go cold. Be here. Notifications can wait.
I do not compete with a lock screen. Eyes on me. Hands on me. If you can scroll you are not as into this, mouth.
Unavailable is not mysterious. It is unpaid labour I do in my head. If he wanted to, that message would already be sitting right there.
I like being asked. I like it more when you pay attention after. Consent is not paperwork. It is you noticing I am still here.
It is a man who liked attention, not the Tuesday. Stop dressing it as complexity. If he cannot say what this is, it is nothing.
Anyone can copy a move. Fewer check my face. The ones I keep thinking about did not perform. They paid attention and then stayed human.