what if instead of armoring up you allowed yourself to soften?
what if instead of armoring up you allowed yourself to soften?
thanks for allowing the space between us to be constantly fluid.
snuggled up to sleep next to you or not– always I feel your presence.
there is this sense of empty as I watch them go… then I remember
i love every beautiful, perfectly im- perfect piece of you.
seeing you happy makes me happy– regardless of where you’re rooted.
I get lost sometimes in my love for you– it’s good to find my way out.
every moment I spend in your presence, makes me more capable.
the stories i tell myself– though elegantly crafted, are not true.
acknowledge what it is that is truly sacred in a ritual.
the edges of myself 