dear eyelashes, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting starts, 11:11 and birthday candles. do your job.
I want you as you.
Don’t edit yourself. I don’t want the half version, the kind you use to make parents adore you. I want you. I want the flaws, the stuttering, the cursing, and the clumsiness. I want it all. I want your bloopers and laughs. I want the awkward…everything. I want your goofy. I want your anger. I want to fight with you. And you to piss me off. I want to frustrate you. Won’t you let me? Will you let me in and show me how you operate?
