i secretly call myself a writer.
i don’t say it out loud in too many places where people might catch me and ask me questions. because questions beg for answers and mine tend to be “ummmm…. well…"
I am too exhausted to write all the things I want to say. But this is clear and true and real and here and happening right now: there is far too much pain in the world.
On Monday my godfather said I was one of those people who was in relationship with the Universe.
A nice way of saying “perpetually single” I suppose.
Single is pretty sweet,
until it’s not.
It is not without its polarities.
I’ve always known I am a
One who can walk between worlds.
Tonight the sisterhood gathered...
Humans are meaning making machines. We define and determine what things mean in order to navigate our world with more ease.