Burnt Sugar

A low dose of something can be a panacea. A high dose can be fatal.

How many times must a performance be repeated before it becomes reality? If a falsehood is enacted enough, does it begin to sound factual? Is a pathway created for lies to become true in the brain

Though if they repeat it long enough, if the act is internalized – would it be an act any more? Can a performance of pleasure, even love, turn into a true experience if one becomes fluent enough in it? When does the performance become reality

How do I explain that we are all refugees in this place, constantly redrawing the borders

It is clear to me that my mother is a child – emotionally, she has
never progressed past being a teenager. She is still at the mercy of hormones. She still thinks in terms of freedom and passion.

And love

Maybe our mothers always create a lack in us, and our children continue to fulfil the prophecy

Tara. It means star

Aren’t we creatures made for searching, investigation, dominion? Aren’t we built to believe there can always be something better

but maybe my feelings for her would pierce a little too sharply. I’m not sure if that particular pain would suit me

I’ve always thought I would have a boy, even though the idea of a girl is more interesting. I sense my attachment to a daughter would be more profound