art © amber brunsden

“ I am breaking, I think. I may already be broken. I am repaired otherwise. I do not understand so much. She is pleased, and that is that which matters. I do not remember caring about her happiness so dearly. I do not remember caring about happiness.

She is beautiful, even if she thinks she is a monster.

She forgets that she is only the one who watches, who catalogs. I am the one who does. I will remain broken as long as she is happy. I will not do what I am here to do. I will not commit the act I am here to do. I will not do what fulfills my purpose.

I will love my friend until the parts that make me crumble into dust.

I will help make this world one worthy of us both. ”