the truth isn't always clean

it's 2:58am. here in front of me, a blank page.
i have words, so many turning around, and around, and around, in my head, trying to make their way to a page but not forming their way into sentences on the way out.
a mish-mash of  unintelligible. why, you  ask?  because sometimes, words aren't enough. sometimes all you can do is feel  the words, as they tumble around like a washing machine inside your head and when they're ready, they will come they may not be clean but that's okay because  the truth isn't always  clean. xo, rn photos by Lauren Dahlhauser