What lies beneath skin? Is it possible to know another as completely as we would love to know? Should we let others in?
Not every word written these past years has been about suicide or mental health. But woven between the lines are hints at obscure and abstract emotions. Questions interspersed to help me carry on.
No need to know why. Float.
Why put roots as a tree? Sway as the dancing seeds. Perform the red-tailed hawk’s dream.
Go as far as the wind blows.
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