Writing by Arit Emmanuela // photograph by Lais Azevedo
Writing by Arit Emmanuela // photograph by Lais Azevedo
When the pain comes you will feel the cold
gnawing at your skin like tiny parasites trying to become with you. Your soul will feel like the weight of 1000 bricks and you’ll wonder if you can ever be warm again. You will hold yourself tighter or let go completely, depending on the weather. You will either be hail or summer storm.
You will change your hair.
Change your voice.
Change your clothes.
Change your name.
Try to put yourself out like a fire.
But everything you touch births you ten times more.
You will become the same exact person
Every time.
-It does not erase you
