I’m going slower this time, every word having meaning. the sun keeps shining and each day I keep feeling more and more alive. I am not here to start wars anymore, I just want to make peace with the shaky waters in my own mind. I’m not scared of being by myself, I’m not scared of being. I want to move through the winding rivers and find my place within the mountains. I want to keep being.
— august, will you be kind to me?