Falling Back in Love with Being Human: Letters to Lost Souls

by Kai Cheng Thom

a monster is a creature made of the truth no one else dares to speak.

why would you tell the truth when you know what people might do with it?

no body deserves to be silenced by bullets. no body deserves to be disposed of in the name of someone else’s shame.

what if i told you: you don’t need to heal others to heal yourself, you can just heal yourself. you do not need to give love to others to love yourself, you can just love yourself.

Lying is the work of those who have been taught that their truths have no value. —amber dawn

the world i dream of is big enough for both of us.

i know what it means to have a sister and be a sister. it means a bond so frayed and so thin, so twisted up in knots, that you forget how much you need it to keep you from falling, only for it to catch you once again when you least expect.

a monster is a part of ourselves that we don’t want to find in the mirror. a part of ourselves we try to cut out and split off and put inside other people so that they can carry it for us: our fear. our shame.

Always people die in wars. And always people are left shattered by the loss of loved ones.

he says he doesn’t hate people like me, and i believe him, but hate has almost never been the reason that humans hurt humans. fear is.