Transit reads

Looked up mentalexotica’s blog after long. Struck by her most recent piece and these compelling lines. She is a rock.

‘I am alone and it is a form of brokenness. Into the cracks, I pour gold. I am alone and it is a fact. Not good or bad. Not chosen or denied. It is a fact. I am alone. I sit with this.’

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