You were taught from birth that your body is a loving machine, that you have a heart that knows nothing other than how to break pieces of itself off for other people. Since you first learned how to give breath to the written word, you’ve been honest and soft, you’ve been…
My voice may not be a siren, but at least it sure as hell
isn’t a bullhorn that could rupture eardrums in a split second.
I will never be able to talk about my feelings
the way a trail of bloody footprints leads to the crime scene
of a murder victim: clear and full of…
do you ever just feel so awkward when you buy something and pay in cash and the cashier gives you the change back but you take a few seconds to put the money in your wallet and you can feel the world judging you from afar
I’m glad it isn’t just me