✠己✠

I avoid myself, Why? I’m afraid. Okay. Afraid of what? Finding too much? Too little? Nothing at all? Do I even exist?

Ocean Vuong, from “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

— Robert Hass, from “Spring,” Field Guide, The Apple Trees at Olema.

shame is sharp, and my skin gives so easy

Wale Ayinla, from “Portrait of a Boy with Grief”

Jialu Yi by Fabrício Scarpa for The Collector Magazine May 2025

[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]

Maya C. Popa, from “Spring”, Wound Is the Origin of Wonder

© Night Siamese twins, Art by Lucas Garcete {via Instagram}