survival

the world seems understandable in flashes. i've earned my way to this point. i can feel my body and my story, particularly dark at times. i cannot go chasing the way i want things to be. instead, they will have to come to me. it is the fact that i cannot tell my story that i feel heavy and alone. though i know i can and i should. these are the crosses i was chosen to bear. why do we fundamentally…