She is not me as I understand myself to be. She is me as I have yet to understand myself to be. She is motivated to move me through myself, and for no other reason does she speak.

She is not me as I understand myself to be. She is me as I have yet to understand myself to be. She is motivated to move me through myself, and for no other reason does she speak.

‘Don’t be fooled by what seems to be. Don’t be blinded by your need to know … do not feed the feeling of envy for the ‘if only ifs’ … if only this, if only that … listen with open eyes and see with open ears to these fractured voices and parts of you. Let your dear breathing vessel be engulfed by the truth.’

The whispering comes from a place which comes and goes; has come and gone ad infinitum. Within the first memory and within the ‘last’. The whole sequence, played many times over, in order and out of order, changes as often as my perspective and understanding does.

Sliding into the world covered in shit black as tar, Maura arrived as a bad sign. Darkness was in her, but she was surrounded by the light of love.