"Bible news - Eve nibbles from lemon tree ." This was my caption for the picture above. I had envisioned a housewife eating it's fruit, a lemon cream pie of manipulated light. But I don't know how to do that yet. Hormones and low self esteem ravaged me as a teenager and I don't know how to bounce it. I don't know how to highlight me, yet shadow the craters in the crescent moon of my face.
Do you know that I am scared to focus? I am afraid to plunge into the pit of the universe and have it swallow me up. I am worried that falling into it's arms, heavy like curds, I will find myself hurtling into a concrete belly without a womb.
Sometimes I wonder if we are all just a tinfoil phonograph, scratched with voices that are not our own. Cast in an iron lung, still breathing in the air of Eve.