and don’t forget what you carry within yourself, this heaviness you know is hope, desperate and intense.
it is a strange and new and terrifying feeling, seeing my words on someone else’s skin, etched on your own body because you derived meaning from these words i wrote alone in the dark years and years ago
i no longer know how to express myself. i am overwhelmed, i feel awe and i feel a quiet panic that will never completely go away because i will never be accustomed to the staggering significance you have afforded me.
thank you for sharing this with me. it is beautiful, as are you. my heart pounds but it is full.













