It’s infrequent and it’s usually fleeting, but I’m not going to deny that sometimes my heart misses a beat when I get lost in a memory of you.
February 26, 2016
Tonight, the moonbeams fall on the fury of your raw inspiration. You let this Shakti-blaze consume you for these last weeks, and rightfully so. You have colored outside of the lines they have drawn for you. You have kept your eyes wide and your heart open. Now, my young one, you must gather ...