While doing laundry, Giuliana wrote this poem at 2:43 am about the importance of being witness to your own emotions.
It’s quiet
…
That’s a lie
The machines are humming
With water running
I’m crying
There’s no one here but
Me, my tears, and the chair
that won’t stop creaking
I sit sideways in this chair
Towards the security camera
Buried in my hands and hair
Yet
Looking up every now and then
To know that I am seen
I need to know that I am seen
I cry and hide my face because
My tears feel dry and fake
But when I pretend
that I’m on the other side of the camera lens
I’ll see myself in all my grief
And pity the girl’s tears and cries
And the clothes she still hasn’t dried
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