My words are still here,
I hope yours are too.
Have you written anything new?
They ask
Love is responding, not reacting
Love is listening without judgment
Love is seeing beyond illusions
Love is seeing with the heart
Love is being here now
300 words a day
I admit the well feels a little dry
I’ve fallen out of the habit
And my last two entries feel like lies —
They’re totally unfinished
The vibe is deep lavender skies and bugs fluttering under the lamplight
It is fluorescents lighting up the pavement so it looks purple too
Cars shining in the night like an old movie or a normal evening, here on Earth