There is so much collectivity in pain and so much isolation. But, I wonder if adults can break down.. and throw a temper tantrum at the injustice of it all.
Allow yourself the courage to break down those barriers. See the bridges that have been there all along. And be unafraid to keep crossing them.
And as I stand here, daydreaming and staring at my future, there’s something in the distance that catches my eye. There is more to see than just these outlines. Every image that I spot on this skyline is made up of tiny separate parts. And when I focus and look more carefully, I recognize these ...
Have I become so comfortable in my discomfort, so accustomed to dying in my daily living, that I now embody a midnight mask to replace the false cheeriness of my childhood's plight? And what if I am not either or, but both, strands of black and gold that weave the web of my spider's heart?