Day 183

Confession: Some type of poem.

“I know how I look and how I act. My humaness is afraid of yours, and afraid of what I’ll find in your marrow and how it shapes my spine.
I fear my autonomy will exist through your verdict.”

Sound of the day: Amory Reel – our days are over, it’s ok https://youtu.be/-jsHYtzomqM?si=Ocaa6DAb2mrUMd60