This is where I leave you

The magic of life is that it is portable. Over the years, we have learned what it is that we need and we pack bottles, clothing, our favorite snacks, a light jacket. To become your own mother is the highest honor, but our hearts are cut short in the process.To unravel dresses and zippers in foreign countries where the air tastes different is a vulnerability. I do not know who I am or who I will become. I am at risk of staying. I am at risk of leaving. A lingering gaze is a human universal. No one wants to be alone, but we can never inhabit the same space. Still, we have what we need.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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