Silvia Novitello
things simultaneously feel like they’re coming together and falling apart. What exactly does it mean to grow up? No more scraped knees and elbows.
oh no, universe, please. don’t let me want things again, i can’t withstand it. something in me is undulating, restless. i have so many beautiful things and beautiful friends and all my needs are met. and still, this ache - when i get back and go to bed, she stirs in me again. not quite, she says, keep looking. you’re not home yet.
