stubbornly vulnerable heals dug into soft refusing hardness true joy so abundant few and far between joy
window shopping for veggies yet doritos in the cart over and over unresolved, unhealed, broken the record continues to skip fatigue with you
one wisp one faint breeze one distant echo one soul touched
known deep inside past, present, future: one time the great illusion we have always been you + me = we
flawed stones make the whole stronger heart filled with the discarded wall breaths, winter, spring, summer, fall thousands of years, yet broken they stand
Each act of love has the power of a thousand suns. While unkindness is loud, bright and arrogant it is always undone by love. Love is like water, it flows around every obstacle put in its place. Time, distance and even death can not stop love. Love works the opposite...
