

i take it all in so deeply. and maybe i feel it a little too raw. and a little too tender. and when i need to let it go, maybe my heart strangleholds it a little too tight. and for a little too long. but the way i feel it when i feel it… i touch. and i taste. and i feel. fire. and i shift in my existence, and the stardust burns into my skin. so i try to be gentle with it… with all that wild wreckage that i barely recover from. because there’s magic in it. and evolution in me from it. and because i love like an awakening and i know what it’s like to trace a soul in my fingertips.