Kylie H 2021 - I Feel Myself

I felt myself then, just for a moment: whole, unfinished, and exactly mine.

Feeling oneself, I realized, was not an arrival but a series of brief, luminous confirmations. It was a practice you did in the open, even when the world kept trying to impose shapes on you. I would forget and remember, forget and remember, like a person learning to keep a difficult plant alive. Kylie’s voice was a seed in my pocket—small, stubborn. i feel myself kylie h 2021

That night I made coffee like Kylie instructed—slow, with a respect for the small ceremony. I turned on the song she’d mentioned and let the messy piano stumble across the room. I wrote a list, not of goals, but of moments when I felt fully myself: the warmth of a garden spooned into a bowl, the tumble of laughter between friends, the way my hands fit around a pen. I felt myself then, just for a moment:

I walked to the river, partly because it felt right, partly because I wanted to be near the water she loved. A couple argued quietly on a bench; an old man fed pigeons with the slow concentration of someone performing an act of worship. I found a lantern’s reflection and watched it ripple. I would forget and remember, forget and remember,