aren’t you scared that one day, someone will cut you open and see that all the love in your soul has turned stale?
aren’t you scared that one day, it’ll only be grief?
#ninesols#九日
i met two children once, aged 4 and 8. i told the older one that “didi” means “younger brother,” to which he told me his brother isn’t young because “4 is half of my life,” i internalized time and longevity then and have never been the same since.
at 20 we will say that 10 is half our life. at 40 we will say the same of 20. years become smaller and smaller slabs beneath the ones we place atop it. until what is half of the wall becomes a tenth then a hundredth of it.