What to write about when everything I could say feels too intimate for people who show me nothing of theirs?
I will give myself the time it takes to drink a cup of matcha gazing out at the blustery, wintry weather, to try to find one thing I feel comfortable sharing.
. . .
The matcha is not organic and has too much sugar in it. It is tasty though.
I am not sure what it is. Everything feels like an exercise in misaligned vulnerability at the mo.