it’s hard to know that i must write in something that may one day be read. it’s hard because i don’t know what i’m about to say, just that i’m about to say it. keep that in mind, please.
i love
being in love.
love is the singular
from so many
plurals.
i love
being told
i am loved.
being loved is
to be known
in trust.
i gave
my life to be
a being i don’t know
until i’ve done
what i’ve done.
may i know
what i am
before i do
what i do.
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