one year ago someone touched my face and from then on i could not lower my head again. i could not drop my chin(s) far enough to find fault with my body, and my eyes were too wide and gazing at the world around me in sharper clarity and color to turn inward and see fault in myself ( Read more... )

Imogen Heap doesn't look the way she sings some of the time, and she doesn't sing the way she writes. It's like she's made of mirrors ( Read more... )

sometimes we remind me of magnets. both negative ends being pushed toward each other, rubbing without ever touching, feeling between us without being near one another at all, and at the same time pushed apart ( Read more... )

 & corners;
i am
one corner inserted beneath another i'm
folding in on myself;
section by section & point by sharp edge watch me go
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orgami baby

(i am folding inside of myself i miss you)