beautiful child
There is no narrative, just stuff, and stuff happening.
Latest
a year and a day
I don’t think I will ever get enough.
yesterday’s run
I’m not sure I know what it means to take care of myself.
why am I writing about the moon?
And meanwhile my thoughts escape me, disintegrating before I know what they were.
reality testing
The reality of my dreams isn’t so different from the reality of my waking life.
the glitter jar
Maybe it’s just the feeling of being alive.
love hurts
I have to be willing to feel bad.