Many walks have been taken in this direction... I stopped before the hell burned me
Scars from many journey's before glisten in the light of day, raw, subtle reminders of.
The tears in my eyes, the gentle kisses that taste of all things divine, the lingering slow touch...the inhale of your earthly core. All these things became the hell of all avoidance.
Here's to the barren fields of your own untouchable place.
May you linger there long enough to set us all free~