Writings

Not narrow. Not steep. The path was wide enough for all of you. You were the one walking sideways.

Not what you do for someone. What stops happening between you when you stop performing the version of yourself you think they want.

Not a place. Not an arrival. The recognition that you never actually left.

What you already know is what's keeping the new thing out. The cup has to be poured before it can be filled.

The grip was always the heavier thing. What you thought you were holding has been holding you.