Through many rounds of trial and error, I have learned again and again that a human and the world are like two magnets. The more I trust my instincts for living, the more I become attuned to the interplay between my magnet and the magnet of the world. Conversely, the less I trust my instincts ...
Let me die of heartache and be reborn by the magic of the sea
washed to shore in pieces but stronger than ever before
I’d rather be broken and bloody because the marks left behind will sing of my rebellion