엄마도 날 사랑했어

When I speak to you I speak connected to the integral thread of missing people in my life I’ve only known through a diminished body of one or two sentences. Directly to my heart it unveils a forgotten softness the world still can’t see. Tucked away in our handmade fort, surrounded by cloths & dreams & creased ideas scratched onto paper, realized by how we meet in thought- In vivid celestial dreams, we imagine life all over again.


Twinkling against our cloth canopy, intertwined & alive.


 Where language is a place I’ve held so close.

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