Palimpsest
Splitting time into stories: the one that you tell everyone, the one that no one knows, the one you wish no one finds out, the one you hope gets to the right people, the one you smile thinking about, the one that hurts you the most, the one that was badly written, the one you don’t have an end for, the one no one understands, the one no one wants to talk about, and the one you tell yourself each day until there are no more words left unwritten. And then you start from scratch, again and again, until it all makes sense. Meanwhile, just breathe.