where?
We come, somehow, from across spaces small and wide. Sometimes across time and space. Often it does not seem ideal, but we are here. I could only guess at the reason.
We long to be understood. Seen. Valued. Many of us, We… were something radical beneath so many membranes that it could hardly see out as we lashed across our very different lives to get to this point. To find each other.
Because maybe…
No one else seemed to understand us like we understood each other.
where?
And perhaps we punch through the shells we built atop the membranes and walls and veils between us and our truth. We help each other do the same, tearing and peeling and gasping for air. A visceral, often-bloodied cry for freedom as for those first moments we stand weak, frail, and shaking but alive. And free. Together.
