To Measure Grief in Feathers

When I lose my words

Photo by Evie S. on Unsplash

How do you draw a straight line on a surface with no edges? Or a smile on a man without a face? Does contradiction matter when your life is filled to the brim with unfathomable things? Is the sky green?

Truth is a shapeshifter. She is a people-pleaser. Truth is just as relative as time; something I thought was absolute; math has letters; logic is…

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Hope Rising

Hope Rising

Divorced, biracial woman | 23 going on 65 | Editor for Out of the Woods | I write to heal myself and others | Support me at https://ko-fi.com/aashaanna