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by Lim Xin Mei

In my darkest moments, I found myself with art. There was comfort knowing that as long as I could hold a pen, I could create art. I loved giving my emotions a place to live. I loved how the world stood still and listened, without judgment, without shame.

Yet all the clapping in the world still cannot ease my need for the same palms to find their way, gently, to the apples of my cheeks and cusp them, as if I was a pile of shaking sand, or a little injured bird on the ground, singing —

Home, where are you?

28 pages, Kindle Edition

First published February 12, 2022