I can be quiet, too.
I can wrap up a gift, fold all the corners tightly, secure it with invisible tape.
I can be quiet, too.
I can wrap up a gift, fold all the corners tightly, secure it with invisible tape.
I can feel the smoke coming in, even from here.
I can read until my head feels like an empty shell, drink wine until it feels full, then empty again.
True sorrow is the path to change.
Resilience is a community-based event.
The blue-green of my bedroom wall was always the right choice.
It’s ok to get your pants dirty, just sit right on the ground.
Nothing earned, nothing stolen.
The cats follow me through the apartment, which is finally quiet.
I settle back into pillows and rest.