there is safety in seeing stacks of books, piled up haphazardly, standing out amongst the litter interspersed on the cramped desk
the fears are starting to seep in once again. I hold back. let me be a column, a pillar, a renowned novelist’s sentence. how does it feel to be indestructible/omniscient?
let me shell myself in iron and platinum so I won’t hurt. let me cry for the last time. teach me to accept.
acceptance and courage—
so I can grow back my legs and steadily sail along
