love you I do

I love you. Yes you, who turned yourself inside out searching for answers, only to find them reflecting back at you on the bathroom floor as you lay in skin and soap and sweat and tears, but you didn’t know their ancient language; that long you’d held them inside. The one who keeps yourself awake…

this collision

Gently now, dear one. Gently. Don’t you think we were always on our way here, here, to this place where grit and grace collide in equal space and time? We still have time, we have so much time. Don’t you think we were calling each other home somehow? A different home, but found through this…