thinking about the love showered upon awkward me by two sister friends this week. i get tearful coz the queer* don’t always think anyone can see us when we’re wearing our invisible cloaks or sequestered in our bubble.
but those who do see often make living a little less overcast.
i hope to be a mirror, one day and reflect back what you shined on me.
makwande.
*queer: as in strange, odd not sexual orientation
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