tea & risks
On the world and now and all the things that have happened and still may.
I am still so much even as I am less and less.
As good a time as any to write the way I knew I would one day come back to, and start from.
There will always be time to dance from now on; it is that kind of season.
It’s not easy coming home.
On the stories we tell ourselves in order to live, and the ones we don't.
On celebrating anniversaries, and the power of understanding.
On the way we cry in front of strangers, and always end up back where we started.
On writing a record of it all, even when it feels like treason.
For the truest kind of love, and finding a way back to something better.
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