"later that night i held an atlas in my lap,
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered where does it hurt?
it answered:
everywhere,
everywhere,
everywhere."
✉
𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘈𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦,
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘣 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘢.
𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵, 𝘐 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘴, 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘮, 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.
𝘐 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐'𝘮 𝘱𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘵𝘺.
𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦, 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘐 𝘢𝘮.
𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥?
𝘕𝘰. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭.
𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵?
𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺.
𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.
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