Myself Kylie H 2021 - I Feel

When the message ended, rain had slowed to a fine mist. I stood under the awning, the city’s sounds folding into a patient murmur. I thought about the mural in her apartment, a sky looping into ocean—how she’d chosen two vast things and put them together so they could hold each other. Maybe that’s what feeling yourself was: accepting enough space to be more than one thing at a time.