You can find me on the moon waxing and waning. My heart full of petals, every single one begging 'Love me, love me, love me. Whoever I am. Whoever I become.'
Andrea GibsonTouch me โtil my ribs become piano keys, โtil there is sheet music scrolled across the inside of my lungs.
Andrea GibsonI write because it is while I'm writing that I feel most connected to why we're here. I write because silence is a heavy weight to carry. I write to remember. I write to heal. I write to let the air in. I write as a practice of listening.
Andrea Gibson