my secrets are your knowledge evermore. here. participate in this reawakened splendor of an us thrusting trusting? yes
give to me all your wide emptiness that place in you that winds into yourself looking for hope my tongue can reach it if you give to me all the beauty in your pen splayed on enraged paper rained underneath your skin bubblin troubling your waters within
dear delano, how i dream of you how i dream of delivering you into my drifting dedication. how i dream of deepening my drive towards a destiny
Loving someone platonically or being in love sets you free in so many ways. Being able to blog about it, strangely, is just as freeing. It’s particularly grand to get feedback about the words I record here from people who can relate or are just enjoying the journey.