But the current me notes the distance between the lovers’ voices, questions buried so deep down that rarely is another allowed to touch them, if ever. Do they really know each other? What are they really thinking at this moment?
What I am saying is this. Give me something rough and unfinished, where your good intentions were smashed to unnecessary by your mouth speaking something true. Give me something with the roots still on, clung with dirt and tasting like forgiveness. Give me something I can hold in my sunburned ...
I woke up one day and realized that my heart was closed. There were blocks and stops and places where I just couldn’t allow the love to flow out of me. As I looked into my lover’s eyes, instead of going deeper and swimming in him, I felt the shallow strokes in water barely worth wading. How ...
You are your only constant. Find comfort inside yourself. Lose yourself in every moment, but never forget where you’ve been, who you are, and what you wish to become.