Jennifer Kite-Powell
2 min readSep 3, 2021

I don’t know how to sit still for long.

I like to flee when it gets unbearable.

I’m not ready to process anything because it feels like nothing matters except how I feel and I can’t remember if I know how to feel or if that is in fact, feeling.

Once I was sitting under a Linden tree in the 8th Arrondisement. I felt like I had just woken up from something and I didn’t know how I got there. I…