CaDeDe

"when she looked around, her skin was spattered with ink forming the words of a thousand voices. echoes she heard even in her sleep: 'whatever you say, it is not right. whatever you do, it is not enough. your kindness is fake. your pain is manipulative.'

when she turned to go home, she heard the echoes of new words: 'may your heart remain breakable but never by the same hand twice.' and even louder: 'without your past, you could never have arrived - so wondrously and brutally, by design or some violent, exquisite happenstance - here.'  and in the death of her reputation, she felt truly alive."



probably high on legal marijuana.