7.11.23

Will you become more than an image or will you allow yourself to be reduced? How might we turn towards love again, how might we remember. Writing is remembering, paying attention, collecting, watching. I am here, now. I was there, then. I will be... I always. There is more than just violence and peace in the world. Birthing myself and also you I almost died from embarassment. 

Taking out the trash I remembered that to love anyone is to testify against them through time. Love: the only path through time. Love, opening you like a scythe cutting a path through tall grass.