Because stuff wants to fall out. Worries, and fears and all the nonsense of life. Because if she pulls her arms tight (just right), it all stays in. Impossible stardust, contained in cloud. Scatterings of tired brain, not said out loud. She’s got a million kindnesses, small heart kisses, to fill herself sane. She’s got names she knows, and some she needs to cast away. She wishes on stars, dandelion kite fluff, and just enough of this one last spill of ocean blue. That crazy moon.
Day 10 (finally catching up) of Grace’s 28 Days of Self Love challenge.