Stretches, stretches…

Sometimes you will try to lift up the corner of your skin like a bed sheet and show someone what’s underneath – your knots, your hurt, your histories – and they will dismiss it. I try so hard not to expect things from people, but they end up disappointing me anyway, and I end up disappointing me, too. And I spent last night in the city, our faces cold against the autumn wind, the full moon above us like an open mouth. We talked about our fears and insecurities, our hopes and expectations, and the instability of it all. The instability … Continue reading Stretches, stretches…