andrewgibby:

The ribcage wishes it had a different name. Maybe something like “Spine”.  Something that says, “I’ve got your back, but you are free to go.”  I write so my heart will know it is free to go.  The way the river knows.  I want nothing more than to be a smooth stone.  To be softened by the roughest waters. Skip me on my back across the red sea.  I have always been awkward in my human. Some people love themselves easily. For me, it feels like strange, like kissing with braces.