no longer tethered.

some things don’t need words

they just need to be released

from the belonging

everything it was, was true

so true

untouchable and unfindable


and perhaps…


i have no idea

only that

the universe conspired to allow us to know one another

that is sort of pretty, isn’t it?

i trust i made every effort i could to build on that

and it is ok

maybe not this year

maybe not this life

maybe not at all

i don’t have answers

i have longing

i have desire

i have faithfully and truthfully expressed my heart

in that, i find peace.

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