I wonder if I spend too much time preparing a certain kind of light for everyone else. But there is magic in the shadows, too—the parts of me that aren't a bright beacon, but something textured and perhaps a little bit messy.
I wonder if I spend too much time preparing a certain kind of light for everyone else. But there is magic in the shadows, too—the parts of me that aren't a bright beacon, but something textured and perhaps a little bit messy.