Category: identity

She was there in a box

The room was meant to evoke a sense of nostalgia. The room was supposed to provide comfort in the face of extreme anxiety. Her heart was pounding, and she needed some calming tea. She wanted a fainting couch. Actually, she wanted to run away. Everything here would serve […]

I see you

I kiss your face in my hand I look into your eyes I see pain and bewilderment I’m sorry that I was blind I see you I know now who you are I’m sorry I missed that I’m sorry I wasn’t there I can only move forward with […]