i need to find a middle ground between tethered and intangible. the coldness and the fire. the suburban housewife and the hermit in the woods.
i like both realities too much but i can’t make the two sides meet without destroying the other. and upon reverting and making peace with that shard of ice in my heart, i felt the barest brush of heat on my fingertips.
and now i’m following the heat again, feeling like i’ve never been warm.