As I tried to find reason behind what had happened, something within me clicked. All the sorrow I felt in my heart changed into gratitude.
Grant your soul permission to be here, to feel everything. Navigate with your heart as compass, intuition as guide, soul as travel partner.
In this world, there is my golden city and there is its womb being torn open and bursting... There is screaming. In it is a cold August.
These are the stories I do my best to write. What this poem means to me is not what it will mean to you, and that makes it powerful.