Moths have me fearful. Lately, I have been seeing moths in my work area and squeal upon every flutter. I would say anything with wings makes me shake but, does it really? I am able to withstand flies (tiny ones) and they have wings. I still cherish my bird’s existence, someplace, and he had wings. Therefore, it is moths, dragonflies, and the family of such fluttering which electrocutes my being.
Once upon a time, I will binge on my little brother’s chocolate chip muffin. He despises me as I break off pieces with my hand, unsure whether to eat the muffin entirely or refrain from doing so as it will affect my diet. As his gummy vitamins enter our home, I run up stair flights to demolish ten at a time. I recall the time my partner gave me vitamin supplements and I chugged the jar down in a single day. Wow, I was probably soaring with biotin overdose.
Every song I do not understand touches the core of my soul; slow lyrical melodies sung from their heart touch my own. Remaining ignorant towards the words while savoring every musical note has me completing all my paperwork in peace. As I drive to the next door city alone, I am relieved I can play music which I do not understand without being questioned about my preferences.
I am stricken by blemishes on the simple things. Often, society desires more than what they naturally have such as smaller hips, larger eyes, and naturally glossy lips. I am most stricken by blemishes appearing on my make up less face. I relate lack of self-care to that unattended bruise on my shoulder, layers of hair on regions of purity, and dryness upon my dehydrated lips. A crease under my naked eye hints towards sleepless nights despite having a comfortable bed and luxurious home. Why am I not enjoying such privileges?