TCK
my mother asked me today as a joke whether they fucked us up by moving so much and I laughed somewhat saying human beings are delicate who knows what will be that thing that does the harm
yet sometimes I donât know how to talk about all my fragile extended roots the constant state of missing someone or two the complicated concept of home that has become more theory than practice nestling in confused politics of self
no mother, you didnât fuck me up we fit and contour into the life we are given sometimes we extend and creep over the sides sometimes Iâm that cat who tries to fit in any remotely home-like space so no mother, you have just made me more expansive.
- Aki // 27.10.2014













