maybe when we die
Free Palestine.
Free Palestine.
Part of why I write here is to bleed off some of the pressure of the years of trauma and grief I've experienced, but it's so hard to write when it really hurts.
I love you, my siblings. My family. My dearest friends.
Do you ever believe something about yourself so hard that even proof doesn't change your mind?
The pain leads me to what is true.
It is never far from my thoughts that some of us have already said our last words to those who are beloved.