
Shelter
This is my muted voice. This is a language of my own choosing. The kind that pulls me away from people and erects walls in the vacuum of the Jungian deep.
Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
This is my muted voice. This is a language of my own choosing. The kind that pulls me away from people and erects walls in the vacuum of the Jungian deep.
I break character through dynamic vocals and stray fingertips. The beach looks like me, sometimes: grainy, abundance of free speech, unintentionally waterlogged. But you, you live green: soiled, unrooted, an unexpected baptism in nature. Thirty times over. A clashing multiple of prints, seared and stained and loving, all working through the same tangles just to find what’s left in a woman. To find what’s left in a body.
I don’t remember fighting over first player. I remember needing more controllers, quicker reflexes, a softer excitement /thicker walls (whichever lets mom sleep). You remember most of the combos, cheat codes, and having to hide in the bathroom (the only door with a lock). I try to be a good Read more