“I write in acrobatics and pirouettes in the air—I write because I so deeply want to speak. Though writing only gives me the full measure of silence.”
- Água Viva, Clarice Lispector
“I write in acrobatics and pirouettes in the air—I write because I so deeply want to speak. Though writing only gives me the full measure of silence.”
- Água Viva, Clarice Lispector
I'm unsure at times if the hurt I got really happened at all. What if I remember it all wrong? What if I was just too sensitive? But I have the feelings. But my chest feels crowded by an angry grieving monster that's trying to claw it's way out of my chest. But I got the scars that prove that I was wronged. Only my scars are mental. Only my proof is constant emotional turmoil.