Journal

I have long been a star gazer, and it really never gets old.  There is something so incredibly comforting about the night sky, and the more stars the better. It’s really lovely to look up at what we once were, and what we might someday still become.

Even if the shore can never come out to meet the sea, the waves continuously run to kiss it. And even if the waves leave to wander, the shore always waits. LOVE. It all depends how you see it.

Me. Me. Me. What is important to me? What makes me feel safe? Let me tell you–let me properly tell you– about my childhood. The tidy home. The messy room. What my life will probably be. Let me be creative. I’ll add roses and music while I am at it.…

As soon as I lie down my body thinks of you. I try not to because I know the power of thoughts. But my body has other plans. Of how your hands might touch. And how I will quiver under your weight.

You asked me to dance, and I said yes, But then the music stopped, and you said, “It’s okay. We’ll sing while we dance.” We did. And it wasn’t silly. #tinytales #minis