there was a week I did not drink coffee and a week I decided I would drink coffee again.
I thought I would stop. I thought I would go out. I thought I would walk, breathe deeply, take in the sun. and apparently I want to sit here in this room, tense, hunched and staring into a cold light with my fingers moving and the rest of me too still.
I am not even working on something. and here I am. here I am.
before and after