Bloom.

I’m seated on the sixth floor of my apartment complex in Hat Yai, Thailand. Outside. It’s nearly 5pm and my hunger nudges me to move from here. I know there’s something to be said; something inching its way out of my mind.

I’d like to breathe something new into this space. Redemption. Healing. Space. Liberation. Time.

Put these labels in my pocket. Let them be mine. No one gives or takes these from you; rather, you pick them up. You dust them off. You acknowledge their power, and your own.

After all this time.

It was me.

-b

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