So many people live in my memories like constellations—huge, steady, lit. But constellations don’t answer texts. Intimacy often requires the small, ordinary work of being present. For a chronic hermit with all of her sharp edged obstacles, that’s its own kind of heartbreak and its own kind of grace.
September 24, 2025 at 4:43 PM
So many people live in my memories like constellations—huge, steady, lit. But constellations don’t answer texts. Intimacy often requires the small, ordinary work of being present. For a chronic hermit with all of her sharp edged obstacles, that’s its own kind of heartbreak and its own kind of grace.
Reposted by durgie
