16-17

I have never been subject to endings.

they never really seem real until they've happened and

even when they're gone it's still hard to believe in them.

I think I find it easier not to believe in them.

it is always easier to believe in nothing than in something.

departure tastes foreign despite its familiarity

and it pushes back as much as I do.

time itself is illusive in its passages and

perception burns until it breaks to the obliquity of the breach

and we seethe in it.

learn to understand yourself.

learn to understand the architecture of your skeleton where it hangs,

the suspension of your weight and your bones

that crackle when you touch them.

there is belonging where you look for it and it lusters

when it lets itself surround you.

make like skin

and stretch to see yourself

and shed the dead parts that accumulate under your fingernails

and do not ignore them.

understand the deserving of fullness.

understand that bending does not equate to satiation.

you are actualizing.

don't forget to breathe.