Collection

The perpetual burden and lightness to the weight we carry.

I expected April to herald in spring and with it a lightness of being. My god how unbearably correct and surprising and scary that turned out to be. My prediction was not what I knew to be true—I am the same, but I could not ignore the guttural knowledge that upon waking each day, I am painstakingly green. I felt too young to be trusted with such a resp…