Small Ghost

by Trista Mateer

how to make yourself feel alive again/why can’t i sleep at night/what does it mean to feel this empty all the time/does thread count on sheets really make a difference/is the moon hollow/is the moon really an alien spaceship/how many calories does anxiety burn/what do panic attacks feel like/ pixies where is my mind lyrics/how much tequila do i need to drink to die again/spoken word poetry/ aren’t i too old to still be this sad/cute dog videos

all she knows is that she’s tired of letting the things she doesn’t forgive herself for pile up like leaves in the autumn you know it gets to a point where you can rake and rake and rake but the leaves just keep coming down and children just keep making games out of running through them it’s so easy to feel trampled by absolutely nothing

thinks about bookshelves and frost and instrumental movie soundtracks/