Always defined by what we
lack, the donut made whole
with its hole. I am not true;
I have not been to anyone
it seems. In me, a lack of
concrete. Of grounding. A
closet full of masks – or
are they all the same face?
I have grown too weary to
try each one in the mirror.
So I find new ways to re-
affirm my selves – I draw
their shapes in ink, I call
them by their names, I
pull them by their hands
and I drag them under
the shower-head. All of
these are me – like roll
of a die, flip of coin. I
go to bed as somebody
and wake up as some
body. The mornings
are cold, but the light
still comes in to tickle
all our feet. Twenty
of us in a bed, at least,
it feels like, who knows,
who wrote this even,
and who will read this
aloud, and who will be
the one to propose
deleting everything,
who will be the one
who will learn to care
and who will learn
to not, who will be.

Freewriting Explanation: Every day, Valen shall use 5 minutes to write completely unprompted and uninterrupted, letting the words lead the way. There is no end purpose to each piece, but rather, the pieces are allowed to develop naturally in their own way. The pieces are then uploaded without edits.