rid of the “I was” and “I will be”, I am. I am trying to understand myself better now, here, all that I AM. trying to not resist any of it, to not even have to try, to flow so easily with the river, but still be able to make my own waves, no matter…

There is a tight fist forming in my chest. I wish to retreat to my shell. Curl up and disappear. Thoughts pound their way through my head. I wish to rip them out, but all I can get within my clutch is my hair. Something impermanent that can be shed. I wish memories were the…

you imitate life like the shadows and forget that you are not the darkness – g.c.