The only thing that any of us has to do is be truthful.

It sounds simple, and it is.

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We are born dying.

The purpose of life is to learn how to live before our time on Earth runs out.

These words are a prophecy.

I think, therefore I am — or will be.

Descartes would’ve loved me.

I am learning how to love me (even more deeply).

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Tentative. Whimsical. Only the dogs will save us.

I write because I love it.

I write because it matters.

I write because it strips me bare.

I write because I feel my physicality in words.

I write because I love my physicality in words.

I write because before I knew how to embrace my physical form, I knew how to write.

I write because I have always known more than I thought I did even when I thought I was stupid & crazy…