Wish Upon a Silk Tipped Seed
Aurora H.
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Before writing this, I experienced a new sort of disillusionment, the kind that comes from realizing the way you view someone can have very little impact on how they view you. It was almost an emancipation of sorts, and it helped me see that I was trapping myself in a singular perspective that lacked footing in reality. Understanding that was both painful and freeing and that’s the feeling I wanted this piece to reflect.
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Without writing, I am wrapped in a blanket of every word I leave unspoken. It's comfortable and safe there, and yet I think comfort opposes vulnerability. Through the use of words, I'm laid bare, not only in front of others but also myself. It's the way I find freedom and solace in life.
