I cry a lot about my future. Oh, how I can taste life’s sweet nectar with my eyes closed and a few deep breaths. In, out, in, out. I feel a stray tear mark a trail down my cheek, shining as luminescent as the things I long for. It all feels so far yet so close at once.
I cry for the passionate love I’m yet to receive. That love is earth-shattering, all-consuming, pure, and liberating. Marred with imperfections and saturated with the efforts of two people willing to put in the work to love well and love for long. I have yet to experience that all-encompassing emotion and yet I cry for it. Read More…
Alice In Her Own Land 