In another world, I’d be more brave. I’d fall over everything without breaking skin. The waves would call my name and I’d swim without drowning. I’d go on for miles without thinking too much. I’d treat my body as a temple. I’d show myself mercy. Reaching for my heart and holding it still- letting my love bleed all over the place. It’s starts with me. I think it echos if you listen closely. Everyone feels near, yet so far away. What makes you sad ? Is it the way you practice understanding without getting better? Is it my eyes? Is it everything that happened? You’re falling apart and I think that’s magical because building something new is breaking gravity. Building something new is loud, but heard. Building something new is brave. -AMT