tell my cat I'll be home soon

The moment I wake up and the moment right before I fall asleep are the hardest. Typhoons, cyclones and hurricanes are only separated by their geographical origins and I’ve loved and lost people in all of them, and I’m not sure if I am falling asleep or like the tree in the forest with no one to hear it fall. The breath is knocked out of my pink lungs, the red heart beats out of my ribs, the yellow bile rises out of my throat – trust me I know I sound fucking sensitive when I say that waking up feels more painful than the moments I’ve decided to end my life. How do I know anyone is staying? Pink stone, pink saree, pink flowers and pink lungs – How can I uphold the legacy of traumatized men and disturbed women?A non-exhaustive anthology of heartbreak and the pursuit of self-knowledge it inspired. Read more