“I know there are things I haven’t survived I know there are people in this world who have had to work really hard to survive me, I don’t ever want to take that lightly But I want the heavy to anchor me brave, to anchor me loving, to anchor me in something that will absolutely hold me to my word When I tell Cupid I intend to keep walking out to the tip of his arrow, to bend it back towards myself, to aim for my goodness; ’til the muscle in my chest tears from the stretch of becoming.”
