I have this idea that I can paint on my body with rope, lay out a path to freedom—the on-my-body-railroad.
I have this idea that I can paint a place to put myself when I’m too tender for tears; a place to put my fears.
A place to be at home with my aloneness; to confront feelings of unworthiness and show them who the fuck I am.
I have this idea that I can put down those things that feel heaviest & delight in the lightness of life.
Like seeing me all tied up? Consider buying me an iced coffee for after.