“We can blow on our thumbs and posture, but the lonely is such delicate things. The wind from a wasp could blow them, into the sea with stones on their feet, lost to the light and the loving we need. Still to come, the worst part and you know it. There is a numbness in your heart and it’s growing.”
So many beautiful things that have happened lately that I should have documented here, things that I would still like to share. Right now though, I’m feeling this.