Your beauty burned and wrought me
Into a bell,
Whose single note
Was echo of your silence.
Our secret loves, tenderly intertwined
Pass in the middle of this Godless century, with its hard way of thinking
And its flesh with no soul.
“Bottom line: there’s nothing wrong with questioning, and I personally don’t think self-discovery has an expiration date. For some, labels are grounding and give a sense of identity. Others find them too narrow or restrictive.”
-Nic Stone, awknowledgments of Odd One Out