it has stormed every night for the past week
& i lie awake listening & wondering if i will hear thunder every night for the rest of my life
My Mind Will Never Be Easy, slip jig, bminor.
It took me this long to realize that being a mirror in a world of things that love to be reflected is an uncomfortable place to exist. Not separation anxiety, re-uniting anxiety. I am shaped by the eyes around me. I'd forgotten how stifling being held into another shape was.