my fingers when they’re cold. the feeling of my breath filling up my lungs & the feeling of my ribcage expanding. softness. being observant & kind. being honest. all the curves of my body in all of their places. my nose & my ears that never seem to fail me. my voice, & my voice when it cracks– it’s more honest that way. my own energy, radiating; sometimes sad & quiet but always there & present. my shoulder caps, my arms, the sun on my arm, my neck. the soft part of skin between my collar bones that acts like a sort of cave or place to rest, place to rest your head. determination & accepting defeat. mostly just being really fucking determined. keep on going & stop when you need to sleep. repeat.