a lot of my thoughts start here.
with her.
at this age.
somewhere in Mexico, somewhere in safety.
I know our trauma doesn’t define us, but what happens when so much of the mind is soiled by circumstances never meant for your body?
or I guess, how much does the body hold?
how much does it persevere.
how long does it remember?
and when do you begin to forget?
im not necessarily looking for answers.
I just wonder.
inside. 