I lived in an exoskeleton ofcynicism, sarcasm, prideentirely closed off to harsh windssharper wordsnot letting my gooey center outnot letting matter in AndI wish I found out soonerthat life begins with underbelly exposure,with squishiness of uncomfortability,with pins and palm needles of unsurednessand not with The. Perfect. Plan. I wish I had discovered earlier thatmy fireflyContinue reading “Firefly”