“Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”  – Pablo Neruda


“You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.” – Kahlil Gibran



I’m caught in a strange place. I’m stuck somewhere between angry/sad and it doesn’t feel good. It’s Pride Month and I’m full of conflicted feelings. Is there a word for the opposite of ‘coming out’? Because I want to go back ‘in’.