
Maybe You Don’t Miss Them
Maybe you miss who you were when they were there.
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Maybe you miss who you were when they were there.

There's a person I keep forgiving Just a little every year The version of me who didn't know yet Who stayed too long who left too soon For years I carried them A list of mistakes carefully preserved Then one day I realised something The person I was had been doing their best And so am I So now I try to offer them the same kindness I'm always promising everyone else.

I don’t just read books. I emotionally terrorize them.

Rest appears to trigger immediate activity in certain regions of the Innerverse.

One year ago today, I pressed publish on the very first Innerverse article.

I thought by now I would have figured it out. Life. Myself. The mysterious purpose of fitted sheets. But I keep becoming someone new. Every time I think I’ve finally arrived life quietly moves the destination. For years, I thought growth would feel like certainty. Instead, it feels like letting go of people I thought I would become. And maybe that’s okay. Maybe we’re not here to find ourselves.…

A completely unbiased review of books I've read 14 times

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