I judge her freedom. I envy it. I wish to want it, but I don’t.

On the other side of that is uncertainty, space newly emptied and ready to be filled.

When I bury or run from feelings, they still come out, just in strange ways.

Grow your hair as long as you like it. Color it. Go natural.

Here is what I’m learning: feelings are the heart of everything.

They are longest when the light is low

I knew it, but I didn’t want to know it.