There is a way up toward the better world we have seen in our dreams, but these stairs won’t build themselves.
a box of stuff that’ll go crazy when spring comes, but it’s pretty manageable until then
That’s not my real reflection, she said. I’ve changed so much since then most people barely recognize me.
I finally got to exactly where I wanted to be, she said, so why won’t all these growth experiences go away & leave me alone?
Some of the stuff I learned early on was useful, she told me, but most of it was obviously meant for someone who was not me.
I’ve got pretty high standards for someone who doesn’t have any use for them yet.
There are 2 things I remember best, she said. Beauty & all the times people insulted me, so getting older has been kind of a roller-coaster ride