I don’t believe in love at first sight. I don’t believe the first hello does anything besides greet. I don’t believe love is conjured out of thin air and lasts effortlessly for the rest of our days.
The legs demanding fulfilment of a promised adventure. Twisted spine dug into a couch. Pillows propping up what was once a head. Now, a vessel of worry. Unable to remain afloat unsupported.
I spoke to the lavender lady. She said she couldn’t hear me out because I didn’t sound like a bee. She pointed to the ground where her beauty is planted. Then she pointed to her neck tilted sideways to see the sun. We can never follow the light if we don’t hold on to our… Continue reading The lavender lady and me