Our stories. Filled wrong turns And laughter And ache And triumph And connection And struggle Are compelling. Without neat bows. All the loose ends exposed. Why Do do we hide In manicured narratives With got-it-all-together patinas As if We’re fooling anyone?
Relaxing into our humanity
Relaxing into our humanity
Relaxing into our humanity
Our stories. Filled wrong turns And laughter And ache And triumph And connection And struggle Are compelling. Without neat bows. All the loose ends exposed. Why Do do we hide In manicured narratives With got-it-all-together patinas As if We’re fooling anyone?