🪷 I flattened myself like a tray
(or like a doormat, for others to wipe their feelings on)
I flattened myself like a tray, balancing with skill other's fragile cups of feelings, so they wouldn't spill. The strain of that life broke me. Now I'm trying to realign my pieces as a sturdy mug for feelings that are mine.
I used a variation of that photo on a recent “Writer’s Waters” post, so here’s another photo of sleepy Papaya (under my desk at my office):
In the notebook
