“These scars were no longer symbols of pain but had become vibrant tattoos—a testament to her resilience and the beauty she found within herself.”

“How come we know things about ourselves and the world without ever quite learning about them? Have we perhaps been here on this Earth before?”

“‘I’ll take it, sir.’ She handed the merchant her card, and the cashier passed it through the cash register. ‘Sold.’”

“Closing her eyes and beginning to run her right fingers through the strings playing the tune of her soul, she softened.”

At age thirteen, it had grown almost to the size of my fist. / I began to resent it.

Allowing the wrong person into the inner chambers of your heart is dangerous. Probably the most dangerous thing one can ever do.

“I don’t have AIDS...I’m just thin.”

The short story of a woman remembering herself by re-identifying with her body