From a time of silencing, we've moved into a time of speaking.
How many more bubbles will we burst?
It's what you take away from between the pages that stay with you even after you finish the book.
If I look back into the past my whole life has been a quest for belonging.
I go two steps forward and one step back, I am used to it now.
This is what living with anxiety is like, it's like I have magnifying glasses for eyes.
Running made me feel like I could never be caught, maybe if I ran fast enough I'd be able to escape the fear of the past and the present.
If there was ever a God who carried himself with swagger it was Ganesha.
I remember when I used to treasure a photo and keep it between pages to keep it safe.
I don't know how long it will take me to allow myself to get scared again.