“We didn’t go to this war.
We didn’t have to hide to have sex.
What infortunally allowed us to feel the sadness that our parent didn’t have time for,
And happiness that I’ve never saw with them.
We didn’t know how we learn stories in our heads
But sometimes they stop running in
And I can really see Anna’s eyes in 2003.
Her ears, her feet.
This is what it looks like when she says “I love you” in 2003
This is what she looks like when she cries,
When she tells me that is always a new empty room waiting for her.
They used to make her feel free,
Now they make her feel the opposite of free.” Begginers