questioning
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We were all made from Sex, weren’t we?
We weren’t.We weren’t all made from sex. I wasn’t.I wasn’t made just from sex.I wasn’t made from sex at all. Who says you were?What makes you believe you are? Sex wasn’t the beginning for all of us,but love—of some kind—was.Love for what could be,for the idea of us,for the life waiting to unfold. And yet,… Continue reading
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How much of my identity is shaped by what I’ve lost?
A little over 85% of who I amis a product of who I was bent into being—oftentimes against my will. When you’ve mastered the artof hurting and laughing.When you’ve mastered the melodyof brokenness and loss.When you’ve mastered the beautyof walking away. Your mind tends to drive along with change,on the last possible gear. Who I… Continue reading
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Becoming who I needed.
A hand to hold mine.A voice to speak over mine.A space to call safe.A footprint to follow. These and countless others are now part of who I have become. Why should life teach us all one lesson when it can teach one and have others learn from?Why should bad experience replace the air I breathe… Continue reading
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Am I a memory or a presence?
Do you also find yourself nostalgic for moments even as they’re unfolding? It’s as if you can already see the beauty of the moment as a cherished memory, even while you’re still living it. Are we memories or moments?Are we continuous past or present? What do we become between then and later?How do we find… Continue reading
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The image people see of me.
In our attempt at being limitless,may we not learn and unlearn ourselvesinto anxious peoplewho must constantly fight the willto fully liveor leave (in) every place we find space. In our attempt at beingthe best reflection of self,may we not lose ourselves. How do we find the time to bewhen we are busy living for the… Continue reading
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