You’re not forever
You’re not forever.
You’re a piece of forever.
You’re the one.
Who pierces my heart and breaks it free.
You’re not forever.
You’re a piece of forever.
You’re the one.
Who pierces my heart and breaks it free.
Everyone is dirty. Everyone is sweaty.
No one brushes their hair. Ever.
It’s so refreshing to be around dirty people.
I have written so much these last few days, and it all feels too raw still to share. There are stories I want to tell you and people I want to sit down with and thank from the bottom of my heart: people for whom my presence may be nothing more than a passing interest, but who have shaken and awoken me in ways which are, in all probability, beyond words.
LOVE’S DEEPER COMMITMENT
Let’s not commit to a future together. The future is so unknown, and we are so fluid, and tired of pretending that we know.
“For sure, you’re the commander here. You have the more power. He will follow you, but you have to paddle, and paddle hard if you want to catch the wave.”