soul touching soul, like water finding its river, like fire learning it was always meant to burn in another flame.
“ felix relentlessly writing to both his siblings, but none of them ever writing back. one of them cut ties with the family completely and the other is dead. but he doesn't know yet. ”
funny to think my kids will grow up having dinner with their poet mom = casual vocab duels, impromptu etymology lectures, the dictionary making a dramatic entrance, and me turning every sentence into a debate.
life is so private no one knows i’m living the best period of my life and how lucky i am with those people
Please open Telegram to view this post
VIEW IN TELEGRAM