Such intensity
You lied when you won. You lied to win. You won because you lied.
This year, a childhood bully apologized to me. After so many decades it shouldn’t have made a difference.
But it did.
Distant childhood memories of feeling sad, hopeless, excluded, rejected, unloved and unloveable had become specters of…
“hi, i am an idiot and i screwed up last time.i heard You might be feeling down.i’m here if You ever need anything.”
Instead, i wrote “This is for You” and sent you a letter i recorded.Instead of…
Years ago — around version 1 of “us” — I began a piece called “Be | Breathe” or “Be & Breathe” or “Be. Breathe.” or something very much like that.