honey im home

I misplaced myself and it was hard for a moment. It got worse before it got better. Then it got worse again. But it broke like a fever.

When the fever broke, I found that transient version of myself holding my bones and my stardust together in the corner of a dark room. Sunken eyes and cracked lips and a heart that I had to beg to beat on with persistence. I picked up my body so delicately. Holding my brokeness in the palm of my hand. Owning it. Dusting off my skin and polishing my mind, I collected myself again, and inherited a trove of gorgeous things I was never expecting find.

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