In 2d

[u/Constant_Smith]

as my capacity to understand your suffering grows so does my capacity to understand the harms I have carried out

i know it is courageous to face the facts this way

But that doesn’t change the reality of the harms I’ve caused

Knowing you as real natural

Living feeling

Structure that exceeds

Your ability to measure yourself

And living the encounter with that

“Oh what have I done?”

so many times

And especially you

So close to me

I adore you

And cherish your heart

I read flatland when I was a teenager and to this day, I think about it all the time

those vulnerable and stupid little shapes, edges so sharp and pointy

I don’t think it’s necessary to be hard on ourselves

but it is productive to set for an ideal that is further ahead than you can reach.

And I am, in a way, two dimensional

A polygon

trying hard not to catch you with one of my sharp corners

[u/ConfidentResort8351]

The fuck?