We are so used
to the idea of a woman
that the thought
of self love and confidence
Gazing at the rain, I consider what it means to belong, to become part of something. To have someone cry for me.
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
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