recently, i've been so drawn to seeing and naming cruelty. is it the sound of the word? is it its doubleness? is it that self-awareness and admitting to cruelty absolves the act, that tendency, tiny strong root? i want to fight gentle and loud teeth - skin - days - bruise
I set all my passwords to "bourgeoisie" for the double layer of security, in that even if someone guesses it, they probably won't be able to spell it correctly anyway.
maybe love is the burning soft feeling of needing needing needing the people you care about to share learning with you, to share weather-shifting experiences, i want you and you and you and you to feel this flame too!! unknotting sinking in