A part of my mind has formed that wasn’t there before. I refuse to process, scan, to try to grasp and discern, to categorize and evaluate. An insight, a step, a thought  A truth, a feeling, a song A wish, a look, a tear A fear, a breath, a path…

I am and always have been soft and slow. I absorb so much that I have built callouses. When I shed them, I am scared and beautiful and the bursts of light come out with greater ease and curiosity. I have found my way through dis-ease and I wish to…