Detail : Spring Scattering Stars, 1927, by Edwin Blashfield.
In our past life, I wasn’t able to say a word. But in this life, I can speak my language and also yours. Is this enough?
I took this picture without knowing what it had inside.
A while ago I was able to realize
that I exist beyond my body’s borders “It is so strange to have a body!” I felt and said. Do I own these borders or do they own me?
I outgrew you, but once we matched.
Denise Levertov, from Candles in Babylon: Poems; “The Catpig,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Just trying to get comfortable.