I need to keep going.
Everything feels so silent. I literally said four words out loud to other humans today. This exhausts me to my core. I hate being alone.
How do you accept yourself?
I need the night time for big questions. I feel that I don’t know how to separate my own identity from my identity-in-relation-with-others. Maybe working towards self-acceptance entails accepting that a lot of me goes into the world around me.
I need to write lists of me all blocked off in sections. A psycho-anatomy of me. I’ll post them on my walls and make flash cards so I can learn self.
All stars are explosions. all starry grains all flecks of light are explosions quietly.
Some nights I feel like I need someone to read me stories about space. I feel like this room is small and this neighbourhood and everything is so busy going places I just need to be reminded that there is a place that exists with me, where it takes billions of years to move. I need stories about what it feels like to stretch out your body for 14 billion years.
How deep that breath must be.