I want to cry. There are tears clouding my vision and yet they won't fall. They are not quite allowed to accumulate to do more than mist my eyes for a second. And yet I feel so much of what you write here. I've been a background fan of your writing for more than a handful of years. You consistently tell the truth and I am usually prepared to listen.
I'm thinking especially about this: "The world is still often trying to pin you to the ground and pull you from yourself like lunch money. It denies you, rejects you, tells you who you are is weird and what you want is wrong."
The world pulling me from myself like lunch money. The way I walk through the world trying to not be noticed while also quietly, softly begging to be noticed. Knowing myself means knowing that those two sides are the same coin are me most days of the year. You've broken something loose in me just this moment. Thank you, I think.
I want to cry. There are tears clouding my vision and yet they won't fall. They are not quite allowed to accumulate to do more than mist my eyes for a second. And yet I feel so much of what you write here. I've been a background fan of your writing for more than a handful of years. You consistently tell the truth and I am usually prepared to listen.
I'm thinking especially about this: "The world is still often trying to pin you to the ground and pull you from yourself like lunch money. It denies you, rejects you, tells you who you are is weird and what you want is wrong."
The world pulling me from myself like lunch money. The way I walk through the world trying to not be noticed while also quietly, softly begging to be noticed. Knowing myself means knowing that those two sides are the same coin are me most days of the year. You've broken something loose in me just this moment. Thank you, I think.