A chapter from my story towards healing I felt alive only when my blood would seep through with adrenaline: the numbing excitement, the buzzing of sensation through my body. It would be familiar yet always new, different – what will it bring this time? I constructed my life like an addict, ensuring that my nextContinue reading “before, i was dying”
"May my body be for what it was intended: an expression of Your grace. And what small ways I make with this poetry – what songs and friendships I form, what migrations and ripples I disturb in the world – may they have something of Your signature on them"
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