mise.

“I am both worse and better than you thought.”

“I am astonished, disappointed, pleased with myself. I am distressed, depressed, rapturous. I am all these things at once, and cannot add up the sum.”

“I hold your name in my mouth to distract myself, flex my fingers in the silence created.”

“I may think of you softly from time to time. But I’ll cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again.”

The 20 year old child in me pleads “Protect me, please. Make me feel safe. I just want to be worthy of empathy, kindness and protection.”

“On Sundays Kafka goes for walks by himself, without any objective, without thinking. He says, ‘Every day I wish myself off the earth. There is nothing wrong with me except myself.’”

“you are not my cure, nobody has that power, (…)”

“It was more than I could deal with, so I erased it from my memory even as it was taking place.”

“I failed to communicate, that’s why I chose to leave.”