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Cottage on an island near Nora, Sweden. Submitted by Jonas Loiske.
the other day i read about somebody who fixed a butterfly’s wings and it made me want to cry.
ciara, i can’t think about such tenderness without flinching away. you taught me how to throw knives in self-defence and now i can only anticipate violence.
ciara, i cried in front of a room full of strangers and when they came closer to hold me, i wanted to scream. i don’t know how to let others touch me without being afraid of hurting. like all of me is an exposed wound that i can’t let anyone put their fingers on. it’s easier to live in fight-or-flight than have the strength to hope.
i’ve been dreaming of drowning, ciara. i dream i’m in a glass tank and everyone outside is taking photographs. capturing how i look as i try to punch through the glass. anger makes for good art. collateral damage is often worth it. i wake up with bruised fists. i am a warning sign, a tense guitar string ready to snap, a red blinking light. i almost understand why they would watch instead of breaking the glass and risking a flood.
i don’t know how to uncurl these fists. to let someone touch my hands as gently as a butterfly’s wing. to let them look at my jagged edges as something other than a threat. to believe i’m injured, not damaged.
i saw someone reach out the other day. i let them hold on to me. i became more anchor than someone drowning. i think i’m scared to admit kindness lies closer than expected. that i’ve already made space for it.
Music is just wiggling air
don’t do this. don’t do this to me today.
I’ve always thought stretch marks were like golden tree branches or antlers. So beautiful
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22.11.2019; i'm getting into journaling again. i used to write a lot when i was younger and i would like to get back into that habit. not everyday, but when i have something to say. specially now that i'm trying to decide what to do with my future, it's so helpful to detangle my mind.
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