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Madison Brown

27 Nov 2025 — 1 min read

Hi, love.

I see you. You wonder if you are worthy, lovable, desirable.

You are. and you are not. Who are you asking? The answer depends on who you ask. Don't forget that. The answer depends on who you ask..

There is a fight against capital letters. As we write this, we wonder if we should be writing only with lowercase. How harshly will we be judged for our capital letters? and by who? the who matters, once again.

When we say "we", when "we" write, we want the writer to know that we is me.

Do you know, reader, that you have tiny little people inside of you? Tiny little people with big thoughts and beliefs. You are made up of the collective of those tiny people, carrying big burdens and gifts for you to open and put back and shove in a closet and put on your mantle and avoid and look at all day.

This is a place for my gifts and burdens. the magic that is we and me. also us and you. there's something wrong with all of us. welcome.

careful. (pt. 2)

she is an adult. her boyfriend has just arrived home. she does not want to upset him, for fear he will avoid her the rest of the evening, find her unworthy of his time. she tries to act nonchalant. not take up any space, energetically. she keeps washing the dishes,

careful.

She is little. The basement is dark, the tv bright. Her brother and his friends are playing a video game, focused on each other and the screen. They are having fun. She is just there, on the couch, watching. Observing. She doesn’t draw attention to herself, except in support

The Deadness.

There is a deadness inside. They all avoid it. If they get too close, the magic starts to fade. The magic is opposite the dead thing. The magic is alive and connected. The deadness is… dead. Disconnected. When the deadness leaks out, the light goes away. The little one despairs.

the little people inside

“I see you” He says. His voice is soft. Careful. Their bodies are tangled up as they lay there in the tall grass, bedded down among the aspen trees. The mountains are watching. He is stroking her arm. His face is close to hers, watching her, waiting for their eyes

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careful. (pt. 2)

careful.

The Deadness.

the little people inside