I want that passionate kind of love
That honest kind of love
That 'make love to me in the middle of the night' kind of love
I want that sensual kind of love
I thank you, my fear.
Without your guidance
I would never know what it’s like to rise from the burning ashes
The fire I thought would surely destroy me.
One hundred thousand people from diverse walks of life, building art, riding bikes together in the desert, surviving dust storms, and there was no war.
It is all you, it is all in you
breathe your sorrows small
love them small
live them small
We know it is a big ask
but you must make room for your sorrow