some things you can’t put into a language

Sometimes you just have to bury your feet in the ground and cry. Thankful to be here, scared to be here, and yet here I am. Just an animal trying to figure out what to do with this body I’ve been given. I feel like I’ve lived thousands of lives in such a short period of time. Grieved an entire ocean, shed enough tears to fill rivers, constructed dozens of alters out of my own anger and sadness. Left my hair clippings to the birds and built homes within, took all those ashes and built my own temples inside my marrow. Sometimes even sorrow is a love letter.