She has moments when she is so passionate about something, her dark eyes glisten with intensity. I swear I would risk my life for her convictions in those moments, because put simply, I just believe in her.
Maybe I'd tell you that if you could understand the language of other animals, as well as of the trees, flowers, mountains and oceans, then you would know that you're not the only ones wanting answers, that most of the time the other animals, as well as the trees, plants, oceans and mountains, ...
What kind of pain are you experiencing? Do you feel it in each one of us? Is this why you cry with global flooding, venomous lava, arid desert patience, and the war within the war within the war? What should we do?
They think love is a tail that you have to chase, and they have made their home on the run. I do not blame them. It feels safe to live inside a box called home. But it is a type of death, the most dangerous kind.
Meet me in all the parts I do not love about myself, and I will do the same for you, so that you may get on with loving passionately and fiercely the whole of all our parts together.