OBSIDIAN GRIT

Field notes

Journal.

Fragments, observations,
and unfinished thoughts.

Blank worn paper and a typewriter in a quiet room

From a published essay

I know how to crawl out of wreckage.

I am still learning how to walk into possibility.

Living asks more of me than surviving ever did.

It asks me to choose.

To risk embarrassment.

To begin badly.

To be seen trying.

Chachi Matooch · Exile from Ordinary

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