a prayer I scrawled into my journal some weeks ago, that I paste into this archive now:
i would rather be here than nowhere.
i would rather be here than nowhere.
the small movements of ritual from Then to Now:
it is 86 degrees in April and 4 hours pass on a blanket in the yard of a beloved
(i would rather be here than nowhere)
love is all around me and many days i don’t feel this to be true
(i would rather be here than nowhere)
grief is all around me and many days i feel this to be the only thing true
(i would rather be here than nowhere)
not pictured: 10 days straight of bed-bound pain flare that i emerge from Changed
(i would rather be here than nowhere)
the texts my ex sends me sit unanswered for too long, not on purpose not by accident
(i would rather be here than nowhere)
the tulips get mistaken for poppies, it is understandable
(i would rather be here than nowhere)
the fear gets mistaken for truth, it is understandable
(i would rather be here than nowhere)
(i would rather be here than nowhere)
(i would rather be here than nowhere)
in solidarity from my vessel to yours,
- Sage <3
i ❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹 you