Parallel

I've always described it as feeling "parallel". It's what I called the feeling that I was next to, but never quite in, any social group growing up. Always on the outside looking in. The feeling has persisted over time, too. I've alternated between proud, ashamed, desperate, lonely, and finally accepting of it. I've been called … Continue reading Parallel

Cursor(y)

So, I haven't written in a while, and haven't kept a blog in years. Why start now? Because the words don't go away just because we pretend they don't exist. The words don't flit away like butterflies; instead they lurk like shadows, always present, adding weight to each moment. I have stared at past cursors … Continue reading Cursor(y)