this heart.

this heart.

this heart. weekend mornings remind me just how precious love can be buried beneath the blankets with a sleeping lover, the world frozen, it seems in this moment, staring at the freckles on their back, their messy bed hair you wonder, how the hell did you get so lucky? was this even fair? what have [...]

door.

door.

door. finding parts of myself i never knew existed through all of it, the love in my heart persisted it told me that whatever was shaken loose was meant to align me with greater truth sometimes, a small bit would fall away and leave an emptiness eventually, i learned to deal with the dizziness i [...]