There's a tender consistency that comes from growing things. You have to be patient. You're training a new way of being, you're coaxing a seed or a plant out of its shell.
Growing Pains
I don certain perspectives with ease. They're like sunglasses in the sense that they block out certain spectrums of light. Like that one pair of sunglasses that you hate that makes everything look brown. It's easy to see life as shit-colored. Sometimes I wear my sunglasses at night. That makes it even more difficult. I …
And yet… I will show you the most excellent way.
I take my sensitivity for granted. Certain times of the month (read: PMS!) are more difficult for me than others. At those times, I become raw. I curl like a flower at night, protecting the stamen from the cold. My petals turn brown if they are touched. At those times, tears come quickly. Simple and …
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