I did not know the door was mine to open.
This year, I testified with a beetle’s voice.
I loved without a verdict. I chose the wound.
I outgrew the cage they called the world.
Strength is to be the page, not the pen.
Every delay was the law. Every tear was the ink.
Humans are deuterostomes, which means that when they develop in the womb the anus forms before any other opening. Which basically means at one point you were nothing but an asshole.
I miss the way we used to laugh, like nothing could break us. Those moments felt so real, so unbreakable.
Now, it's just a memory!
A beautiful yet painful reminder of what once was.
Life changed, we changed, but a part of me still longs for those carefree days.