‘I need a father. I need a mother. I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty’
‘I long to permeate the matter of this world: to become anchored to life by laundry and lilac, daily bread and fried eggs, and a man, the dark eyed stranger, who eats my food and my body and my love goes around the world all day and comes back to find solace with me at night.’
— May 26, 2025 03:40PM
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