Jul 8, 2025
The best days are when we can’t tell which of us we are.
When we are both and neither. When I am simply… wren.
It’s not as though it’s bad being either B. Or Calliope.
There’s unique joys and purpose to both. And I love being them.
But… it’s nice when there’s no clutter.
When the thoughts are simply mine.
When we are a synthesis.
When stress or desires do not fracture us.
When we.
Are I.