Nourish

If I were to rise every morning, with you, and with the sun, maybe then my butterfly wings could shake off their dust. Maybe then, with your breath hot on my cheek, a little antenna could pop out of my cocoon. There is dust on these translucent wings...

Somedays I walk through bookstores, just for the smell of it. To hear what they quietly whisper to each other, bumping up against spines, running a tired finger along their backs.
Somedays I wonder about the magic contained in words, about the magic that seems to sparkle and crack in the dust of bookstores. Someone's breathing, beating heart, laid down and quieted in typed print, only to explode and live again in someone else...

Whirlwind life! Whirlwind days!
Whirlwind hearts growing and breaking and opening and closing, and in the midst of it all, still trying to look the world in the eyes. Does your heart break open too?
At the simple beauty of babies feet and the heartbreak of hunger waiting on every street corner?...

We like to play house. We hang sparkly lights and a dreamcatcher above our crashpad nest and we set up the tent in our living room when we miss camping.
We eat eggs, bacon, and fresh peaches and we laugh about getting older. We drink out of jam jars because we forgot to buy glasses and we eat on the floor because we haven't bought chairs....