She believed she could but she didn't because she was too tired.
l i n k s


  Home
…and I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.



  Ask
It’s hard to find out the face you thought you loved is only a mask.



  History
Which of my feelings are real? Which of the me’s is me?



  CAPTIONS
It all meant something. Until it didn’t.



  REVIEWS
Everything has changed and yet, I am more me than I’ve ever been.



  
Each night
has one sound I know:
the moon against the water
like your cheek across mine
in another life.
Sara Eliza Johnson, from “Elegy Surrounded by Water” in Bone Map
March 23rd
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