I want to write,
Of soothing spaces and spiraling anxiety,
Of fleeting warmth and nests of cold,
Of beautiful beings and darkness dripping souls,
Of flowers in spring and ashes of dusk,
Of noiseless happiness and shrieking silence,
Of embalming trust and wrecking fear,
Of breaths lost and embraced hope,
A fearless present,
A path of toil,
A sleep well earned,
A wrinkled face,
A calm soul,
A home found,
A life lived and shared,
To not rush
To root and stay
To wait and create
To work and sweat
To knit the moments
To weave the story
And live the gift
