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Narcissus and I
“Time is a blur and I do not remember what I was before. For as long as I know, the day I came upon these untouched waters, was the day I began to live. For is not to love, to live?”
By the Beach With My Grandmother
I hold her hand
Her skin—wrinkled and loose and warm,
green walls of veins
I pinch it softly, and the fold stands,
just for a moment,
it stays like...
Hair Bands, Hand-Me-Downs and Holding On
“It was a lesson in attachment, growth, and grieving; in learning how to let go of parts of me I thought were essential, when they no longer are.”
Seasons
“The changing of personalities, the unconscious smiles, the problematic views.”
