Excerpts from "???": We sit there. Him and me. He and I. For once we don't have to think about any of it. All those little rules that suffocate us all. Killing true potential and its gifts for the sake of being practical. Because being practical puts food on the table, though each bite feels bland and unsatisfying. But at least we're still here right? We can ignore all the hurt of family. For him, the subtle and harsh jabs for not looking the same, for wanting to know who he is. For creating sincerity and magic on canvasses they can't decipher because they lack the insight and will to try. And for me, the pressure of possibly failing the ones who sacrificed everything to bring me into a new world that was not their own. It's amazing, and I realize it now. But this very place that ignores, quite possibly, all the rules of space and time entirely, allows us to just be. Just us. There's a lot I still don't know, but his animated gestures as he tells me about his day. The way he throws his head back and laughs with everything in him. It's contagious. I think I learned a little more today. . . . Hey book mer 👋🏽❤ https://www.instagram.com/p/B8eltfjps07/?igshid=8kb8hcj34tav