returning, you.

give me distance and bravery: i am home. but i feel jetlag takes my thoughts and so i cannot yet say what i want to be known.

(this is the new year. this is not a disappointment. this is enough.)

1. i will rest and recover.
2. continue to believe in love, against all!
3. everything crippling can be turned outwards, made kinder.
4. what i said: this is enough. i spend all my time afraid of what i write because i think you will think it not enough. but all i want to do is help and find the way through, so why would that be judged, if? so this year, this bold new fucking year, we move forward, outward, and we are enough—i will make this clean, with midnight seconds, if believed.