So if you’re tired of looking for yourself, I get it.
You don’t need to go anywhere.
Just be still long enough to hear what’s already speaking underneath the noise. […]
It wasn’t a voice. It was a knowing. That underneath the places, the struggles, the names I wore and shed, there was something deeper trying to be remembered.
Not who I was, but what I was before I thought I had to be anyone at all. […]
