Patience, poop and tears.
At 3:21 a.m. I realized I would soon have to practice the promises I’d made myself
Everything I do feels like you’re watching.
No sounds No sights remembered But everything I am stems from that day An amalgamation of atoms and cells From the love of two parents And the womb of one One’s birth is as foreign as the dinosaurs Knowledge coming from stories Fossils and… Continue Reading “Birth”