Originally posted on Melody Chen:
there are good days and there are bad daysthen there are days when they hold a broken mirrorto your face and saythis is a self-portraitpress seven shards of bad luck into your palmslike petals between pagesunder the weight of a thousand words in every voiceexcept your own, butyou read them…
“How do you feel?” “I don’t know…” I don’t think it’s unusual not know what we’re feeling. Nor even to be unable to feel. What are you feeling now? Are you feeling a mixture of feelings? Are you feeling one shallowly? Are you feeling one deeply? If you aren’t sure, there are some almost universalContinue reading ““How do you feel?” “I don’t know…””
In crisis, shoulds and oughts don’t help. Love wins out over guilt any day.