Dear my childhood self,

We didn't understand the gravity of things. A breach of an invisible barrier is alarming. What lessons did I learn in school? What was I dreaming about in the hammock? Leaning towards an integration.

I think about containers and water and bodies of water. When things link maybe they integrate? but this process is messy and sometimes it hurts.

• I typed and cried to my first love while I sat in the big grand room of the college library
• I followed someone's location to make sure they got home safe, and then I followed their flight's progress in the air when I couldn't see the location of their phone
• Keep seeing the other end of the room, for as long as you can, after staring at their face for all that time

I think about containers and water and bodies of water. When things link maybe they integrate? but this process is messy and sometimes it hurts.

With love, from my screen to yours,
♡☼☽