there's pieces i'd like to keep of when i thought i knew myself
but i know it wouldn't be worth it, because it isn't a part of who i am
it's hard not to get frustrated when i try to put into words how i feel in this moment
there are so many feelings that rise in me
good ones
really really good ones
and in my growing, questions
really really hard ones
though i remember that the frustration is ok, mostly i just want to hold this light
hold it so so tight
i want this moment to move through every cell of my body
to be real
beauty cannot be indifferent from holiness
