In My Dreams I Hold a Knife

by Ashley Winstead

My life was a narrative I couldn’t parse, full of conflicting evidence.

It turns out the real you is a quilt, made up of the light and the dark. The life you’ve lived in sunshine and your shadow life, stretching underneath the surface of your mind like a deep underwater world, exerting invisible power. You are a living, breathing story made up of the moments in time you cherish, all strung together, and those you hide. The moments that seem lost.

Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?