I’m a human being and naut of mental health and the strange awe of existence from this single point perspective and I’d like to see starling murmuration before I leave this body. Or maybe I can come back as a bird in the pack.
I do my best to write authentically and that usually means not at all or all at once in a fervid and desperate grasp.
She said it so flatly, as if it was another time and space completely, “Do you like girls?” I was sixteen, I think. Yea. Sixteen, and so far from my true self that at this present day I’d have to say that she was a ghost