I write for the still-fragmented parts in me, trying to bring them together. Whoever can read and use any of this, I write for them as well.
― Adrienne Rich, Blood, Bread, and Poetry: Selected Prose, 1979-1985
I’m raw nerves, peeled words, revel in everything that hurts.
I won’t tell you who I am. My words wear me well. I’m better than before.
Be well, stay around, much love
Beace and Bariis ✌