I learned how to write from the things that I read and I described endless heroines who were curious, intelligent, stark, and I somehow acted like them but I’m not sure if it was myself there was a time when I stopped reading stopped writing earnestly I would write in bursts that had only to […]

The things I hold feel selfish unimportant not really worth explaining to anyone but even when I try, it’s hard enough that I still expect tears and wait for release or some compulsion to get it out of my system with words or breakdowns or art anything but this alien resilience this strange capacity to […]