And just like that, it was so simple all daytime, flowers, and sunshine or things about which birds sing He was patience and madness and simply a beautiful night sky just waiting for me to paint him.
I was furious because I had been so completely out of control- lungs shaking throat clenching in my path and spiraling out faster than that moment before depth, all because the heart on my sleeve was bleeding through and I couldn't stand the stains.