Bandaid messages

“She woke up one day, wanting to do things you read in novels like writing messages and locking them in bottles and throwing them out in the sea. Sometimes going deeper into the dense forests, as if  it were her own mind. What could she have possibly craved for? To utter every word she ever could, to write it all down until she’d exhaust that sort of heartfelt ink. Maybe throwing messages of love into a vast sea, not knowing if it would ever be found or received was something she grew up doing, with his kind of uncertain reciprocity ”

Bandaid messages.

Art by Daniela

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