the weight

it makes you hard you know. all this push and pull of others on your soul on your heart. you build boundaries that lie on different meridians than the ones you would naturally form. you find solace and sorrow mixed equally in bones that you didn’t know you had made aware only by the weight…

It Starts With Vulnerability. 

The discomfort of vulnerability slides inside of our skin. Unable to take it off it clings like the cheap cotton of underwear after a night spent in a stranger’s bed. Tightly our humility fills us up and we feel unclean, dirty in a way we can’t wash off. The fabric chafes on our stomach, wraps…