they taught her to walkin straight lines,chin down, voice tucked in,feet careful not to leave a mark. and for a while,she did.she listened.to advice disguised as love,to correction disguised as care. even when the ground felt borrowed.even when the air smelled like someone else’s story.she...
some days i care too much.other days, not at all.i swing between urgency and numbness,between needing to be seenand wanting to disappear. i attach myselfto whatever moves,a reaction, a message,a silence that feels louder than it should.and i call it feeling.i call it being alive. but the...