I probably live in the incisions of my palms. my actions predetermined, my thoughts preconceived, in the dust of the dead star that I am made out of. I’m probably carrying separated pieces of things that came in pairs in the deep ravines etched on my palms; the skeleton of my my hands probably have […]

Be Vulnerable

i slip into a bottomless grief within minutes and come out if it quickly. which is why my grief comes back to me in parcels. i have been disallowing the lowest phases of grief to consume me i have been denying the experience that pain offers. i have been denying the process of complete healing. […]