Sometimes it is through loss that we come to discovery.
Because sometimes you write your story down, even though you'd rather just scream.
Let others bask in the surety of sunlight. You were born of the moonlight tribe.
Your every step can’t help but grind riots of inquiry into the dusty dirt.
The onus is, and has always been, ours.
There are some mementos that you can’t really put away. Others that you don’t quite know what to do with. I stick those mementos in the middle drawer of the living room cabinet.
Stop confusing righteousness with pathology. It’s insulting to actual tzaddikim.
