i live in fear. i live in confidence. i chew the skin around my nails to shreds thinking about how i fucked it all up. but we’ve all fucked it all up. we are all fucking up together. i’ve lost my words for months now and my yoga practice has fallen to the ditch where the beautiful wildflowers of summer grow, healing yarrow and miraculous dandelion. there is much to be said for falling to the wayside with the wayside dwellers. my life is not to overanalyze or to feel hurt by her or him but my life is to connect to others like misplaced branches of veins spurting blue and red blood because what is real is not gross. what is felt is not wrong. i am not here to feel sorry for myself and hate my existence because my thighs rub together. whats really important, here. whats really going on with my privilege. whats most real right now is the rhythmic panting of my breath and steps as i run, run, run in no direction but simply closer to who i might be, who i really am, and the essence of us all. today is the first and the last day, the beginning and the end. today is god.