I am ill with the obstinacy of images, reflections in cracked mirrors. I am a woman with Siamese cat eyes smiling always behind my gravest words, mocking my own intensity. I smile because I listen to the OTHER and I believe the OTHER. I am a marionette pulled by unskilled fingers
list of nice things: listening to your favorite song as you drive with the windows down, autumn leaves at golden hour, warm apple cider, a dog so excited itโs wagging its whole body, reading poetry aloud to a friend, a bright sunflower, the concept of yellow, wanting to be alive
list of nice things 4 u: seeing a friend, laughing until your sides hurt, a freshly sharpened pencil, cracking the top of crรจme brรปlรฉe, your favorite tea, watching lights turn on in apartments at dusk, a lightbulb moment, feeling that sense of the universe all being tied together
I am in truth the Steppenwolf that I often call myself; that beast astray that finds neither home nor joy nor nourishment in a world that is strange and incomprehensible to him.