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- Vivid celestial wishes dance within us as we imagine life all over again. Twinkling against our cloth canopy, intertwined & alive. Where language is a place I’ve held so close, remembering how she told me she loved me too.