noticing how our traumas continue to play out
Playlists, but for ideas
who am I trying to be palatable to
who am I trying to be palatable for
why am i afraid?
for what purpose?
“It’s uncomfortable being two: me for me and me for others.”
A Breath of Life (Um sopro de vida), Clarice Lispector
i wish i could stop living in the potential of what people could be
“We met our wounds in each other’s bodies.” — Lidia Yuknavitch, from “The Chronology of Water: A Memoir,” wr. c. 2011