


The Thread That Hasn’t Broken

When Pieces Still Recognize Each Other

The Sense of Being the Same Person Here

When Nothing Is Missing

The Quiet Familiarity of Yourself

What Hasn’t Changed Even If Much Has

The Feeling of Continuity

When You Still Occupy the Same Center

The Part of You That Arrived With You

When Identity Isn’t Up for Question

The Inside That Still Knows Its Shape

Being One Thing Across the Moment

The Familiar Weight of Being Yourself

When You Don’t Have to Define Who You Are

The Sense of Standing in One Piece

When Past and Present Still Touch

The Quiet Agreement Between Your Parts

Staying With the Feeling of Being You

































































