in this wearisome reality that i never belonged in, i take the form of Marilla.
i am the face of silence and sickness,
of isolation and fear,
of grace and innocence,
of exhaustion and hurt.
in this wearisome reality that i never belonged in, i take the form of Marilla.
i am the face of silence and sickness,
of isolation and fear,
of grace and innocence,
of exhaustion and hurt.