this time is sacred because it is yearned for so deeply. just an hour in the quiet morning, where we are bare and whole. when it's too early to be anywhere.
when there are no texts, no screens lighting up, no knocks on the door, no bright sun that compels us to move. where movement is slow and heavy and raw.
when we are more than just machines, endless and free.
i adore how you write, please never stop--ReplyDelete
exquisite...you, him, your words. much love ~ReplyDelete
Gorgeous, simply, gorgeous... xo JenReplyDelete
Sublime. Your words are so soft and sweet.ReplyDelete