I don’t know for sure when I started killing myself a little bit or enlivening myself in what I write. I confuse confessions with dreams, these with truths and those with lies. I dissolve in the subtle territory of my affirmations. I allow myself the denials I take advantage of.

For before a period, I seek to know who I am.
For after it, I don’t know myself…❤

©️ Beatriz Esmer