look, look, look at how my life is burning on paper…

“I want to recall the time my stomach fell out of my body. I want to see how grief left it’s mark on my bones. I want to show you sadness from the inside out. I want you to see that I bleed only in metaphors. I have loved too hard and still not enough. I fractured my heart and still came out soft. Look, look, look at how my life is burning on paper!” -s.a

Confessions of a Healing Mother

FAAFETAI MO TUSI FAITAU.
IA MANUIA LE ATUA.