I think of our inability to control stories of origin how history does not wash away with water and a good scrub
I think of evolution, what it means to make it through this world with your skin intact, how flesh is fragile but makes a needle and thread of itself when necessary
I think of all that I have inherited, all the bodies buried for me to be here and stay here, how I was born with grief and gratitude in my bones
#quote And I think of legacy, how I come from a long line of sorcerers who make good work of building joy from absolutely nothing
And what can I do with that but pour another glass, thank the stars for this sorceress blood and keep pressing forward