She’s never where she is. She’s only inside her head.
by Janet Fitch (via brivid
The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. You have enough language in your mouth to be understood. You have a name, and someone wants to call it. Five fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. If we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. If we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world.
I’m a quiet person. I spend time observing, not speaking.