I choose to live in the unfolding... I see through my own conditioned responses: I disentangle. And I do so, broken open, as joyously as I can.
We learn that no amount of heartbreak will ever make us forget who the fuck we are, what we bring to the table, and just how amazing we all are.
The war is over or is it? Do I know you as a dirty innocent thing yet? A discarded soft child forgotten by your god? A picture frame made of wilted flowers?
“Remember that there is beauty to be found in madness.The darker the night, the brighter the stars.The rougher the Rapids, the smoother the stone.The greater the struggle, the deeper the love.” ~ A. R. Lucas Addiction. It came knocking. And I, without thinking, answered. I answered ...