swimming in a mirror

i'm a bit out of sorts and i haven't been able to unshake it. it's been a running joke for years that i don't run; i'm not built for it in any sense of the word. i'm trying to recenter. it's been raining all day. checks out. 

i put on my favorite songs playlist while trying to figure out what i could convince myself to eat. heat waves by glass animals came on my shuffle and i honestly don't know what came over me, but i hit repeat and went outside in the drizzle and my dress and ballet flats and just ran to the bayou and back without even watching where i was going or even taking my keys--luckily my neighbors didn't lock me out of the gate. 

now i'm home in my tiny apartment and wet and tired and enough. not much, but i'm enough. i have to believe it.