Stronger roots
Summertime last year, I spent my day stitching my tan with my see-through optimism, before meeting you at Thaikhun that evening. "what do you do for your self-care?" We took turns answering- your friends, I and our delayed dinner. The next 3 months were a series of blurred boundaries, gallery visits, and southeastern service. "In a grand scheme of things, it doesn't matter if you like me." my see-through optimism begged for a new thread you could see I was sad, and my tan was fading. In parallel, this place I once considered my home, was quickly losing its meaning "have a couple of uplifting weeks" said my therapist when he signed out for his holiday, in the evening. the same evening, my best friend, and I were searching for meaning of our names, both of which meant memory. the same evening, you sent me a voice message... "maybe we aren't right for each other" my heart sank into a dusty beige faux leather sofa, while my best friend r...