Here I am.
What would you tell me, if you could?
Would it be words that could lead me out of this exhaustion, comforting sentences that informed me that this crossroads I find myself at is not actually a crossroad and is almost certainly a junction
and the roads to my left and right find their way back, connected up ahead, to the road in front, that leads onwards, in the direction of the unknown
so just keep moving forward.
What would you tell me about love?
That it is more than I think it is, greater than the sum of two, and instilled in the perfection of one. It glows and whispers and beams and is so full it spills out over itself and into others and through breathing and silence and beauty comes it
through living it becomes.
Somewhere south, Portugal // 11”08”17