Thoughts

I cradle my identity

2/24/26

I cradle my identity close to me, like a child with their favorite plushy. Or maybe more like a dog with a bone. Sometimes I grip onto it, knuckles white, daring anyone who wants to pry it away from me. Sometimes I toss it towards the wall and make some space between us. It doesn't matter so much, does it? Isn't it the root of all evil? Who needs one anyways? More people should be detached from their identity. But then I think of the comfort it could bring me. Should've brought me, would've brought me. If only I had one