I tasted desperation today. It tasted sour and tangy and cold. It tasted like the plaster mold from the orthodontists office. I would have liked to have gagged, like I always did in that office. It would have been a reaction, a rejection, a fight. Instead I sat with held breath, certain it would not pass, heavy, silent, and still. Sinking dread and I have no way to stop it. We all march forward.
#just let this feeling pass.