every time i open my mouth i make it worse. genuinely impressive at this point.
i used to think talking fixed things. turns out i was just talking.
i try to explain myself, it lands wrong. i try to fix the wrong landing, somehow that's worse too.
with louna it was the same. we'd argue sometimes, and it always turned in circles. the more we talked, the worse it got. but the second i went quiet and just held her, it was over. fixed, immediately, every time.
so lately i just say less. and things go... better? quieter, at least.
i don't think words were ever doing what i thought they were doing.
still using them though. clearly.