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 magic one panics. The teenager resigns herself to a life in the dark.
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,
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
“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
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