I took the day off to
remember who I am
when I’m alone:

Half adult, half child, a silent snowflake resting on a ghost of a girl’s frozen lips.
Vivid little Aurora and wise old Violet. Fused. Inseparable.
Not alone.

We survived floods and firestorms by clinging to one another, each giving shelter and adoration. Together we knit our wounds and sing our joys. We can be hurt but our love is unstoppable.

We no longer care what the outsiders say about us. All of our shameful secrets are now kindling, consumed by the fire, burning to give us warmth. Yes, little snowflake, just enough heat to keep your heart slowly melting.

Yes, we are a broken creature, aren’t we? And isn’t our brokenness magnificent?