no email.   no calendar.   just this.   water on my thighs.   sun on my shoulder.   a queer resort where no one needed me   to explain why i came.

i didn’t heal.   not fully.   but i stopped bracing.

and for now,   that’s enough.

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i looked up and didn’t try to name any of them.

no constellations. no directions. just stars— scattered, distant, alive.

i don’t always need meaning. sometimes it’s enough to know something else is out there.

something beyond   what this world keeps asking me to carry.

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