What isn’t cultural appropration:
• Trying/eating/making a culture’s food
• Listening to that culture’s music
• Watching that culture’s movies
• Reading that culture’s books
• Appreciating that culture’s art
• Wearing that culture’s clothing IF in a setting…
your memory falls farther and farther away.
I know longer see you as often, and mention of you gives only a moments pain to the scar you so deeply carved into my chest.
I’m thankful for this, but i wonder if it’s only because of her presence, or if it’s truly the time that’s brought healing. Either way, I’m so glad your face is disconnecting from the sounds that were once so heavy with you.
I know 20 is such a young age, but it feels so much longer. It feels like i’ve lived a lifetime.. which is stupid i know, because life is so much more than i have had the opportunity to experience in these two short decades. I know i’m ready for this change, though it’s just a change in digits. But.. it does mean something. I guess since i really don’t give New Years any significance, this is my “new years” marker. I mean, it does mark another year of my existence. That has to be recognized as significant, which is why i guess we put so much emphasis and celebration with our birthdays in this society and societies like ours.
The departure of you, and the arrival of her, also give this time of change and transition some importance. From one leaf to another. I feel i’m running and jumping up falling leaves, desperately seeking the security that the branches offer. I don’t know.. that’s so obscure. But that’s how i feel, and i’ve got to stop invalidating all my damn emotions.
i’ve got to stop a lot things. Especially the things that cut myself down, that shrink my existence into a worthless speck. Maybe she can help? Maybe she’ll be another you? I’m scared of that.. but i’m just gonna have to keep jumping, keep striving, keep hoping that i don’t fall to my death.
…someone, please, offer me a hand…
The cost of energy