I'm still sad about this chilling encounter.
I lowered the criteria for success. A lot. Try it!
Love, hatred, truth, elephants, homesickness, jealousy, God, and much more.
A dream sparks confusion, wistfulness, and mystical possibility.
Is it so bad to have the walls breached?
Without it there could be no growth.
Isolation would set in,
The possible would remain impossible.
A former Buddhist monk got me thinking that time is a horrifying illusion that we can transcend.
The way the wax makes love to the wane: this is the faithfulness you are held with.
She, who is fearless, who walks out of the wilderness feral-shouldered and unbroken.
The sacred excavation of helixed antiquity and brand-newness.
