There is so much helplessness in what I do. It’s the easiest thing to get stuck in. For someone like me. I remember every you. I swallow up what she calls the dark. That metaphor I’ve never liked. At the very centre, somewhere beneath my ribs it sits. Light and dark. Together. Whole. I write only to remember lessons learned.

Posted on Saturday, 28 January

how I feel right now

Posted on Saturday, 28 January

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