The Art of Rebecca Bones
Not everything that grows feels like it should.
Somewhere I Wasn’t Supposed to Be
This one sits somewhere in between.
Not quiet. Not loud.
Just present in a way that doesn’t ask to be understood.
Some things don’t need meaning to exist.
They just are.
It Looked Like Something New
This was supposed to feel like something new. A different place, a different moment, a version of me that could exist without carrying everything I came from. And for a second, it almost did. The light was right. The air was easy. I let myself be there, let it feel simple, let it feel like it might be enough. But not everything stays behind just because you leave it somewhere else. Some things follow quietly. Some things you bring with you.
It didn’t stay behind.