“You can build walls all the way to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them. You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms, but I will find a way to resist. And there are many of us out there, more than you think. People who refuse to stop believing. People who refuse to come to earth. People who love in a world without walls, people who love into hate, into refusal, against hope, and without fear."
I do believe in the quote. Or I did. However, when I tried to grab biology as tightly as I could, it was unraveling, an insubstantial thread sliding between my fingers, too fine to hold. My interests were lost in a wave of nausea. In the meanwhile, the world just goes on the same as always, night cycling into day and back into night, an endless circle; seasons shifting and reforming like a monster shaking off its skin and growing it again. I was no longer the ignorant girl who believes in herself. I grew. I changed. I didn't believe that I could soar into the sky or fly above the icy walls. There was an invisible gap between me and biology. And I didn't dare to cross the gap. Or I didn't want to cross the gap. There laid biology, in the wind, the tempest, the storm, and the rain. There was nothing that I could do, but let go.
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