The moment you see something with your own eyes and feel injustice with all your senses, you cross an inner border, you know you can’t go back from there.
I cry into animal fur because of harsh words shared so many times about this topic in the darkest corners of my life, and because of my primal urge to push bone and flesh from the wildest part of my soul into the world. So you don't know the shocking grief of having had moments of deep longing, ...
Do you remember when your arms were my home?
Do you remember when you promised you’d never leave me alone?
Do you remember when you promised?
Do you remember anything at all?