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We is the longest word I know.
Pop Quiz: Q: What do you know about distance? A: I know that I feel it everywhere.
Dolphins dance and weave under the waves. I envy their freedom, how all they have to do is dive deeper in order to make their shadows disappear.
I, too, would be fearless if I had an exoskeleton.
Tomorrow, I decide, will be better. Tomorrow, I will recover from today.
Some days, I cannot find the start to the toilet paper roll, the start to anything.
We held each other’s hands tightly. The same hands we sometimes dropped in public when we felt unsafe—we had that privilege unlike so many others; whiteness meant we could remove our otherness like a sweater if we wanted. We could walk five feet apart and temporarily become gal pals.
My head feels the way watercolor looks when it bleeds. I wish someone would come dip their brush in me.
We are putting on an incredible performance of survival. Where is our prize?
She giggles but her face still tells a sad story.
We is the most tender word I know.
when our shadows disappear into the darkness,
Had she been paying attention, she would have known it hadn’t happened overnight, that it took a million tiny stabs to bleed democracy dry.
Like catharsis in reverse, I feel like I am finally gathering all the emotions I’ve dropped since your death. And it feels nice.
I can’t help but think that if this is isolation, then it is beautiful.
“The wrong people have all the power,”
“She has the influential skills of a dictator and the organizational skills of a wedding planner. A terrifying combination.”
What I’m trying to say is—I’ve never been afraid of anything more than I’ve been afraid of my own happiness. But I want it, oh I want it. Something tells me it isn’t happiness without fear. This small fact keeps me breathing and sleeping.
Have you ever considered taking a red pen to your life?
