“I believe in life, the formation of the day, to the lining of the sea and sky. I believe that love and loss has boundaries, that the moment of separation does not truly turn the heart sour. I believe the migration of birds to be the beginning of spring. I believe in the disentwining of our hands until it withers. I believe in the creases of the sea and the palpitation of stars. I believe in last breath and its reincarnation. I believe in healing as well as the occurrence of joy, for this is what I am going to be, in a mirroring succession, you and I, oh just you and I respectively.”
Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 6:33 PM UTC
“I believe in life, the formation of the day, to the lining of the sea and sky. I believe that love and loss has boundaries, that the moment of separation does not truly turn the heart sour. I believe the migration of birds to be the beginning of spring. I believe in the disentwining of our hands until it withers. I believe in the creases of the sea and the palpitation of stars. I believe in last breath and its reincarnation. I believe in healing as well as the occurrence of joy, for this is what I am going to be, in a mirroring succession, you and I, oh just you and I respectively.”
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