Or perhaps it is simply words that inspire and stir in the quiet between you and I.
Or perhaps it is simply words that inspire and stir in the quiet between you and I.
Sprinkles through the rains of the mundane—reminding me you are the magic.
She makes friends with all things.
I’ll justify my thievery as need and still ask you to hold me close, wearing something of yours just because I can.
I spool around and around, creating from memory a lifeline between You and I.
A slower, more spacious rhythm, but at the cost of invaluable learning, connection, and perspective.