I recognize the council has made an apology, but given that it is a stupid ass apology, I have elected to ignore it.

“Fall in love with your solitude.”

“I choose big me big you. I choose chin up, best foot forward, stick my landings. I choose a safe place to land. I choose feeding myself joy over beating myself up. I choose not to beat myself up if I trail off course, rather, gently redirect my breath so that these standards I’ve accepted for myself are not buried under any unnecessary weight of any perceived shortcoming.”

“after finally mastering the art of pretending, i have forgotten how to return to myself.”

I want to stay on the back porch while the world tilts toward sleep, until what I love misses me, and calls me in.