the act of ascension or descension at the same time

• Being a girl is being afraid to like the color pink, because you don’t want people to think you’re a girly-girl. You're not.

Hands drawn to your eyes

Sobs wrenching themselves from your throat

Guttural noises that sound as if they clawed their way from your lungs

How do I know that this will ever be enough? I can’t picture myself settling.